#peep the super long next time one

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a selection of hatchetfield keyrings for starkid innit from me and @mini-tiny-art 👀✨

[our-inspire-verse]

Zim's still out.... oh lordy here qe go again

[struwberrii]

boyfriend! sakusa who isnt super big on physical touch, but always shows how much he cares with the little things he does, like holding doors for you and carrying your bags.

boyfriend! sakusa who doesn’t love physical touch, but still takes every opportunity he can to kiss you

boyfriend! sakusa who immediately comes to you when he’s in a bad mood and needs to talk shit about someone

you were relaxing on your couch when suddenly you heard a harsh knock on your door. you panicked thinking it could be the police, but upon further investigation (looking through the peep hole) you discovered it was just a very irritated sakusa. you opened the door and almost immediately he pushed past you and b-lined for your spot on the sofa

“you won’t believe what that idiot atsumu did today, i swear his stupidity may just drive me mad!”. he practically growled. you could already tell this was gonna be a long rant so you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and got comfortable next to him before he started.

boyfriend! sakusa who only allows you to enter his bedroom and has a blanket and pillow saved for only you (he regularly washes when he knows you’re coming over)

boyfriend! sakusa who leaves a get well soon basket at your doorstep and facetimes you for hours at a time when you get sick

boyfriend! sakusa who always surprises you with designer jewelry and shoes, not for any reason other than him wanting to see you wear it.

boyfriend! sakusa who likes going out with you at the most random times, just to avoid huge crowds (if he wasn’t with you he wouldn’t be making an effort to go out at all if possible)

never in your life did you think you’d be getting ready for a dinner date at 8:30 pm on a tuesday. your boyfriend was on his way to pick you up, he made reservations for the two of you at a nice restaurant with a beautiful view. you were slightly annoyed with the time and date since you had work/school the next morning but just seeing sakusa instantly lifted any negative emotions you had about the situation. you opened the door to see him in a white polo shirt, black pants, a luxury belt on and a fancy silver watch on his wrist. you were practically drooling. the two of you walked to his car and made your way to the restaurant.

“i forgot to say this earlier, but you look absolutely stunning tonight” he said calmly, keeping his eyes on the road. you laughed and returned the compliment.

“by the way, why’d you choose a monday to take me out, kiyoomi?”

“i really do hate crowds, y’know?”

boyfriend! sakusa who has the funkiest music taste and always leaves you confused when his playlists go from the doors band to aphex twin to chase atlantic

boyfriend! sakusa who doesn’t mind your germs getting on him

(he still makes you shower before you get in his bed)

boyfriend! sakusa who sleeps best when you’re lying on top of him under his blanket with his arms wrapped around you

boyfriend! sakusa who made a hand signal that only you and him know, that he uses when he wants to get out of any situation and sneak off with you

you were at one of sakusas games, you always arrived earlier with him since people wanted interviews with him and to take videos for tv, so you would usually just sneak around back and wait for him, but sometimes interviewers caught up to you and would sneak a few questions in with you. this time you and sakusa were both in the lobby of the dome he was scheduled to play in.

“do you know how long sakusas been training for this match?”

“has sakusa shared the secret behind his flexible wrists with you!?”

“are you only with sakusa because of his fame?”

you were being asked so many questions you could hardly even get one answer out, you looked over at your boyfriend to see what he was up to, and that’s when he gave you the signal, low enough for nobody else to catch it. then he made up some partially believable excuse and left the interviewers. quickly after you made up a slightly less believable excuse and followed pretty far behind him. you weren’t exactly sure where he went, there was way too many doors down the hall he took so you just walked in hopes of finding an open one.

that’s when you suddenly felt a strong arm wrap around you and pull you into one of the lounge rooms, followed by an attack of kisses to your face.

“i play so much better when we get to do this”

boyfriend! sakusa who lets you do hair care and skincare on him, and is surprisingly educated on skincare and which products/ingredients work best for different types of skin problems.

boyfriend! sakusa who let’s you count all the freckles/moles on his body and trace them with your fingers

boyfriend! sakusa who wakes you up every morning you’re together by the smell of him brewing your coffee and making breakfast for you

you woke up in sakusas bed earlier than usual. it was 8:25 am on a saturday, you had no reason to be awake this early. but something smelled so good, you couldn’t go back to bed after your nostrils had been blessed by such a scent. you grabbed one of sakusas sweaters and made your way to his kitchen. there he was in nothing but his boxers, cooking pancakes over the stove. the morning sun hitting his back at just the right angle to make all his muscles really pop out at you.

“sorry, didn’t mean to wake you so early love”. he says after hearing you come out of his room.

“it’s all good, just what is that heavenly smell?” you joked, sitting on one of the stools at his kitchen island, watching him finish up cooking. he turned around and slid a plate of pancakes infront of you. he even drew a little smiley face out with all your favorite fruits and whipped cream. then he handed you a cup of hot coffee, just the way you like it.

“what did i ever do to deserve you” you said as you smiled at your boyfriend.

boyfriend! sakusa whos love language is acts of service

boyfriend! sakusa who takes your makeup off for you, does your skincare for you and tucks you into bed when you’ve had a bad day

boyfriend! sakusa who always reminds you to do the little things, like washing your hands when you get home from being out, or drinking water

boyfriend! sakusa who’s trying his best for you

(sorry guys this may be a teeny bit ooc but i love him idc)

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My Sunshine Girl: The Celebration

Next Chapter

Note: I’m finally giving in and writing this Benny fic my brain won’t stop rehashing. Enjoy 😊

Super Note: Listen, guys, gals, peeps...I really really really tried to keep this short but it ended up a lot longer than I intended. I even split it into two separate parts and it's STILL SOOO LONG IM SORRY! Also please excuse incorrect grammar. I tried to edit as much as I could but I'm sure I still missed something. My Masterlist

Summary: The birthday girl doesn’t want the night to end and a handsome stranger gives her an invitation.

Inspired by: (Today I Met) The Boy I’m Gonna Marry by Darlene Love, He’s Mine by the Platters, and @storiesfromafan.

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Harold’s Diner was one of many to be open late at night. Where the others were dim and had few occupants, Harold’s Diner was packed with more than usual.

Half were regulars all grouped together on the far left. They held familiarity as they conversed and joked around. Laughter and chatter were loud and hard to escape in the mom-and-pop diner.

You fluttered from table to table, smiling wide, excitement and happiness oozing from your body. It had been a pleasant surprise to walk into your uncle's diner and find a couple of friends and family waiting for you.

Your best friend Nat had organized a small get-together for your birthday. Your Uncle Harold had allowed her to use his diner for the event, "it'll be good for business and it'll make her happy" He had shrugged his shoulders as if saying yes was the only answer. With his answer, Nat had taken it upon herself to decorate the diner in anticipation of the night.

While the diner was technically open to other customers, you didn't mind one bit. The small community you lived in was tight-knit and most customers were from nearby. Few and far between were out-of-towners who were just making a pitstop. But that didn't disturb you one bit.

Customers came and went as the night went on. Many wished you a happy birthday as you and your friends idled joyfully in the corner of the diner. You beamed with each happy birthday.

By the time your friends were ready to leave and retire for the night you pouted, the night was only beginning and you were too excited to see what the cool air and starry sky had to offer.

You’d tried to convince Nat to stay out later but her boyfriend wouldn’t budge. She grasped your shoulders softly, “We can hang out some other time hun, Mikey doesn’t like it when I stay out late”

You’d rolled your eyes and mumbled a passive goodnight. Waving her off with a small and placid smile. Uncle Harold had practically shooed you out of the diner so he could clean in peace. He’d ushered out a goodnight and a see you at home, before closing the diner doors to prevent another customer from coming in.

All too suddenly you were left alone staring up at the sky and wondering exactly what you would do next. Your feet ached in the black wedges Nat had bought you. And you really wished you could sit down somewhere.

You walked along the sidewalk, taking in the dimly lit path, you wondered if you should have taken Nat's offer to drop you off at home. But you didn't like Mikey, so you politely declined.

You continued to wander, your feet aching as you tried to think of where else you could go. Who else could you visit before retiring to your cold empty bed. Lost in thought you barely noticed soft hands moving to grasp your wrists “Y/N?”

You blinked, your eyes focusing on the person in front of you. Short hair and wide eyes, “Kathy?”

A smile broke out, “Oh my gosh! How are you?”

Kathy’s brown eyes twinkled, “Been better. Since when were you back?”

“About a month ago” you responded happily. “I didn’t think I’d run into you”

She fixed her purse over her shoulder, “Talk about perfect timing. Do you remember Alice? Well, she asked me to come to spot her at this bar, but I don’t want to go in alone.”

Her question was unsaid but you were too excited to keep the night going to even think about saying no. You hooked an arm around hers and practically dragged her into the bar. You weren’t prepared for what kind of club you were walking into. But if you learned anything from living in New York City for the last 4 years, it was always best to walk as if you belonged and barrel through bodies who got in your way.

You did just that, Kathy squeezing herself closer to you, your skirt rode up with each stride, the lime green plaid skirt catching more than a few eyes. But you were always prepared for a night of fun, dolling yourself up in the cutest skirts or dresses.

Your legs were covered in nude stockings a pair of dark shorts over ‘em, like hell I’d make it easier for scummy eyes and hands to slip into my “honey pot” the thought almost made you sneer outwardly but you attempted to keep the joyful smile on your face.

You pushed through, shouldering men bigger than you, slapping hands that tried to grab your waist and smiling sweetly when they insisted, “Not for you sweetheart”

Your confidence and boldness had men parting a path for you as you tugged Kathy behind you. Your eyes searching for a familiar blonde, green eyed girl you used to tease for the gap in her teeth.

Alice’s head popped up over the crowd, her hands waving enthusiastically in the air as she caught sight of your dark brown hair and smiling face, “Y/N??OH MY GOD YOU’RE BACK”

She screeched over the loud music and voices, completely comfortable in the bar filled with greasy old and young men alike.

You rushed through the last stretch of the crowd, breaking through to rush around her table, gathering Alice into a hug you giggled and swayed together, “I missed you, you chatterbox”

You teased her as you pulled away. Your eyes roamed her face. “Well, someone’s changed”

Her green eyes looked you over a smirk on her lips, “I could say the same for you, little miss, barreling through those men like you own the place,” she leaned forward whispering in your ear, “Good job”

You laughed, patting her shoulder you pulled a seat out and sat down. Kathy was already seated, her fingers digging into the purse she clutched to her chest. Pulling money from the bottom of her purse she slid it over to Alice, “Here take it”

Alice grinned, “Awe, thanks hun, you’re the best”

Kathy looked around her gaze warily taking in the rowdy men, their greasy appearance, and tattooed bodies, “Uh huh, I gotta go”

Alice frowned, “Awe come on, you just got here and Y/N here, the fun’s just got started”

Kathy shook her head, her discomfort growing, “No way, we can get together another day”

She stressed over the word day. You bumped her shoulder, “Oh come on Pumpkin, I could use a dance with you”

She turned her head to you, her discomfort and excitement warring with each other, “No can do sweets, I hate it here”

Alice snorted, “You hate anywhere that isn’t your home, anyways” She motions to the other end of the table, “over here is cockroach”

You followed, Alice’s gesture, noticing his rough appearance-much like many of the men here, but his eyes were gentle and warm, he’s a harmless bug you thought.

You gave him a nod of acknowledgment and a hello around the same time Kathy paused her jittery movements to say “What?”

She gave him a confused and disbelieving look. He nodded, seemingly used to the confused and odd looks, “They call me cockroach,“ he repeated.

Kathy scoffed her eyes once again looking around cautiously, “And why they call you a stupid name like that?” She asked.

You leaned forward, your elbows resting on the table, “Is it cuz cockroaches are indestructible?”

You were curious about his name and what meaning it had to him. Based on the group of men he hung with you assumed there would be plenty of weird names to learn. He grinned at you, “cuz I like to eat bugs, you know, like a gag but also cuz I just like to eat em”

You laughed amused by his statement. Kathy looked disgusted and she voiced as much, “That’s disgusting. Look, I gotta go, you comin’ with me?”

She turned to you at the end of her sentence. Her eyes pleading with you to leave the bar with her. You pouted, “Sorry, pumpkin, I think I’m gonna stick around a lil longer”

Alice sighed, “Ay, they’re not that bad,” she reached across the table, patted Kathy's hand, and smiled reassuringly, “Just sit here for a bit, okay?”

Kathy huffed as Alice slipped from her seat to go to the bar, her eyes glancing around nervously. You leaned in, whispering in her ear, “It’s best to pretend you belong than to act like you don’t, pumpkin.”

She turned once more her jitteriness increasing the longer she stayed, “And why in the hell would I do that?”

You sighed and shook your head, “to lessen the stares you’re gettin, duh”

She rolled her eyes, “they’d stare no matter what.” She concluded irately.

Alice slips back into her seat, handing you and Kathy a pop to drink.

Before you could respond to reassure Kathy, two men walked up to your table, one is shorter than the other, neither are bad looking but the grease on their skin and the scent of cigarette smoke hanging around them makes them undesirable to most women. At least, the women living the prim and proper lifestyle.

Kathy avoids making eye contact but you do it freely, unbothered and curious at what they’ve got to say.

The shorter one of the two leans forward his dark eyes roaming from Kathy to you, “Hey there.” His voice is raspy and not too deep nor high. It’s rather pleasant, you think passively. “Either of you wanna come live with me?”

It’s almost a tease and a genuine question, the other jumps in eagerly, he’s tall and bare-chested, and he’s wearing a jean vest that all the men in this bar are wearing, “What about me? Wanna go out with me” his eyes look to you, they’re a soft brown and you can tell he’s a sweetheart deep down. But with all the men gathered at this bar, kindness, and sweetness are buried beneath their manly-esque appearance.

Kathy utters, “No, thank you” with a shake of her head and her eyes downcast. But you stare up at them and simply say, “No”

You’re leaning back in your chair, hands calmly placed over your thigh, your legs crossed. You have no worries or cares and you’re not at all intimidated by these men. Kathy goes on to make excuses for why she said no. She looks around the table “Oh, I have a date”

The tall one hums, “A date huh?” He nods his head at you, “What about you?”

You tease them, "If I did have a date, it isn't either of you."

The tall one laughs hollering over his shoulder, "We've got a sassy one over here."

The short on places a hand on his heart, "I'm hurt sunshine"

You laugh enjoying the light banter and tease.

Kathy nudges you, her eyes wide and warning. You stick your tongue out a silent message for her to loosen up.

She pinches your side and then says unconvincingly, “Well, I’ve got a date. 12 o’clock," She nods to herself, " I-I have to get home. She's coming with me.”

Kathy insists on whisking you away from here, she's seen the looks these men give you and bless your heart. Kathy isn't sure if you're unaware or unbothered, she refuses to leave you behind. You were the one good girlfriend she had ever had, even if you had disappeared for 4 years.

The shorter one lifts his cigarette to his mouth and inhales, “You hear that cockroach”

He points his cigarette in Kathy’s direction, “Cinderella’s got a date" He points to you, "And Sunshine waitin' for her man”

Kathy sinks into her seat and you wonder if she would bolt for the door. But with the two men blocking their path, she remains rooted in her seat.

The tall one echos, “Yeah, Cinderelli’s got a date, and Sunshine’s waitin' for her man to find her”

Cockroach chuckles and shakes his head. The two men slip away from the table, the shorter one going on to say, “Cinderella’s gonna turn into a pumpkin or somethin’”

Another man hollers, "Wonder who the lucky man is, Sunshine"

You giggle to yourself, the men reminded you of another group you'd known in New York. It wasn't too bad once you found your bearings amongst them.

You glanced at Kathy, seeing her eying someone with suspicious eyes.

You followed her gaze, seeing an older man calmly sitting with his back to the wall and his legs propped up on a chair. He was eyeing you gals with soft eyes, he gave you two a nod as another man leaned down to whisper in his ear.

Your eyes lingered for a few moments trying to grasp what exactly was being said, with no luck you looked over to the group of men, two of them being the ones who had attempted to pick you and Kathy up, stood near the Jukebox. They lazed around, heads bent speaking to each other, one of them glanced up to look over at the table you sat in.

Kathy shook her head, her voice wavering, “Look at them whisperin and plannin’ somethin, oh I gotta go”

Kathy had reached for your hand, already pulling you up from the seat. Your feet nearly stumbling as you righted yourself to walk behind her. You tugged lightly, turning her around, “If you’re gonna drag me around like ole times, Pumpkin, give me a sec to get my bearings.”

She sighed and nodded. Her right hand clutching her purse tighter as she stood and waited.

You fixed your skirt and bent down to grab your purse that hung loosely over your chair, swinging it over your shoulder, you stood and got ready to leave.

You gave the bar one last sweep with your eyes, stopping when you saw him. Blonde windswept hair and baby blue eyes. Toned arms littered with tattoos, and grease sticking to his skin, you assumed it was motor oil and some other form of grease from tinkering away at bikes.

Your head tilted and a growing feeling of intrigue and curiosity overwhelmed you. Forgetting about Kathy, you plopped onto the chair and clumsily tapped Alice’s arm to get her attention. Your bag knocked against the table nearly falling off your shoulder and hitting the ground but you tucked it on your lap and leaned closer to Alice, “Hey Alice, who is that looker over by the pool table”

Alice looked to where your eyes hovered, catching on to whom you were asking about, “No, girl just no”

You turned, giving her a frown, “What?”

“Thats Benny, you don’t want to go there” She insisted.

Kathy slid into the seat next to you, her shoulder brushing yours, “Don’t tell me you’re eyeing one of these greasy fuckers”

You jabbed her with your elbow, “Be nice,”

Passing her a pleading look. Kathy sighed and leaned onto the table, her escape plan on hold.

You pleaded with Alice to tell you more, “Come on, spill! You never hold back, what’s the deal?”

Alice gave you an unimpressed look and shook her head.

"Just fill my curiosity meter, sweets," You shook her arm as if it would help make her spill.

Alice snorted, “You’re never just curious, Sunny”

Kathy hummed, “Agreed. You rarely give anyone the time of day, why are you askin' about this one”

That's a story that would be too long to spill, you sigh, "I'll tell yah later"

“Look, no one wants to date Benny, he’s trouble. Every time he gets on his bike he gets into an accident” she looked around conspiratorially, “and he’s got a temper on him, he won’t hurt no lady but put a man in front of him and he’ll swing any which way he pleases”

She tried to stress his flaws but you couldn’t quite let go of the curiosity in you. You didn’t have his name before, you’d wondered where he slipped off to after your uncle's diner. He’d shown up out of the blue in the early afternoon. His hair freshly ruffled from the wind, a cigarette hanging from his lips, his long fingers fixing his jacket, and his long jean-clad legs striving through the diner doors with grace and confidence. For a rebel against society's norms, he was handsome. Too handsome. You couldn’t believe he didn’t have a line of girls wanting to get with him.

But then again, most of them probably steered clear to avoid angering their families. Lucky for you, you had no such concerns.

You remembered how your uncle was about to throw him out of your diner, refusing to serve “vandal scum” in his family friendly diner. But you had swooped in, bouncing over before any hands could fly and faces bruised. You’d smiled blithely, gently reminding your uncle it was your birthday and you had no need or want for a fight to break out and break the mood that had settled into the diner’s atmosphere.

People were coming in and out, most were family and friends visiting to say hi and spend time with you for your birthday. Some were customers but even they stopped for a few to talk to you. Reminiscing over younger you who had greeted each of them one time or another at the diner.

You’d turned to the handsome stranger, your hair swirling around you in waves, a playful finger wagging in his direction, “This is a family friendly diner, handsome, I’m afraid you can’t smoke in here”

You had expected him to argue but he merely put out his cigarette, handing it to your outstretched palm. You discarded it in the trash behind the hostess stand and grabbed a menu for him. You glanced to your uncle and then to the stranger, “You can eat here as long as you behave. and you will, right?” You asked sweetly.

The handsome stranger merely nodded, giving you a half smile. His blue eyes staring intently into your own dark brown that glittered with a hint of gold and red in the setting sun that glowed through the windows.

You had waved your hands in the air, “See didi, there’s no trouble here. Just a handsome man wanting to eat your delicious food”

You had defused the situation so quickly it nearly gave everyone a whiplash but that was something everyone had missed. Your ability to lighten an atmosphere.

After getting the stranger seated you went back to your previous activities nearly forgetting the blue eyes that lingered on you throughout his stay.

You had almost forgotten, until now.

Alice shook her head, grasping your hand, “Don’t say I didn’t warn yah”

She glanced at Kathy, “If you wanna leave that bad, let’s get you to a phone to call for a ride mkay”

Kathy sighed in relief, “thank you, you’re the best”

They left you to your thoughts. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, thinking over what Alice said and remembering the brief meeting from earlier in the day. You contemplated going up to him, just to ask if had enjoyed the food. He had wiped his plate clean so you know he did. But perhaps you could also ask him why your uncle couldn’t stand the sight of him. Maybe that’s too personal you thought idly.

You would have sunk deeper and deeper into your thoughts if it weren’t for a figure slipping into a chair next to you. His arms hugging the back of the chair, his body leaning over to stare at you.

You almost choked on air realizing who was seated next to you. His eyes peered into yours, soft and gentle. His beard was a golden blonde like his hair, it framed his face nicely, his cheekbones and jaw were sculpted to perfection and you wondered if you ever laid eyes on someone who was casually perfect. “Hey”

Your eyes traced his face, “Hello handsome, I didn't think I'd see yah again"

He nodded giving you a half smile, so similar to the one you had received when you had helped him get a table at your uncles diner, “I’m Benny”

You noticed his voice was a deep honeyed rasp. Somehow smooth and bumpy. You wanted to listen to him talk all night, but based on your previous and current encounters; you didn’t think he’d do much talking.

You tilted your head to the side humming in reply, “I’m Y/N”

Silence fell, a bubbly giddy feeling in your chest almost had you giggling nervously. You’d never had a man stare at you so intensely without a crude or rude comment hanging from their lips. But Benny simply watched. His eyes trailing over your face, mapping out the curve of your nose and lips, the laugh lines in your face, the dimples resting at the top of your cheeks and the way your honey brown eyes watched him in return.

He wanted to reach out to touch your cheek wondering if they felt as warm as the redness in them implied.

You swallowed the giggle by biting your bottom lip, you seemed to be doing that a lot tonight. You hoped you wouldn’t bruise it with how much you had repeated this action. “You gonna stare at me all night, Benny”

You whispered his name and it felt scandalous. As if it was the most intimate pet name you had ever come up with prior to knowing his true name.

He smiled, rubbing a hand over his chin then through his hair, he adjusted his position, “Yeah, I guess”

He made no other comment. Not once bothering to fill the growing silence between you. Perhaps there wasn’t much to be said because his eyes said it all. He was interested, you gathered.

His eyes inviting, patiently waiting on you to confirm…something. You weren’t sure.

And as much as you wanted to do or say anything you simply went with, “I-Uh-I’m with my girls”

You stuttered, what a terrible flirt. You wanted to slam your head into the table, to sink into the floor and disappear. That wasn’t what you wanted to say but it was the only thing you could think of.

“Oh” he looked down at his arms then slowly looked back up to you, “okay”

His eyes were softer and a little sad. More silence. Your heart was beating so fast with adrenaline. You swore you would never forgive yourself for being an idiot. You hoped he would say something, ask you anything. Maybe give you something other than his contemplative silence. But no, he only lifted his hands up, “You’re with your girls”

He had shrugged as he said it, gracefully getting up to leave you alone. You could feel his eyes leaving you and he left you to a different kind of silence. You couldn’t believe how idiotic you had been. As if the invitation wasn’t clear enough you had shut him down. Leave it to you to blow off the only man who had ever made you feel anything other than disgust under their gaze.

Kathy slid into the chair to your right, her mouth parting ready to ask you if you would be leaving with her, but another figure slipped into a seat at the other side of the table.

You recognized him from earlier, the man who watched you and Kathy from his corner of the bar. He gave you girls a quirk of his lip and a nod, “What are your names, girls”

Kathy leaned back and sighed, “What is this? A rotary buffet?”

You could tell she was getting tired of all the men who were coming up to you gals. “I’m Kathy, this is Y/N”

The man nodded once more, “I’m uh Johnny, I’m the president of this club.”

You hummed, “Nice to meet yah”

Kathy rolled her eyes but gave him a nod of acknowledgement. He continued to speak, “Just want the two of yous to know that..you don’t have to worry”

Your brow raised surprised by his statement but knowing where he was going.

“Worry about what?” Kathy questioned with rising suspicion.

Johnny shook his head, “Nothin, that’s all. The guys just wanna have some fun…”

He nodded his eyes trailing to the group of men by the Jukebox, “I won’t let nothin happen to yah”

His grey eyes scanned the two of you.

Kathy quirked a challenging eye brow, “Oh yeah? And what’s gonna happen to us?”

You placed a hand on her arm, trying to calm her growing agitation, “Nothin” Johnny responded.

This didn’t appease Kathy at all, she rolled her eyes and sarcastically laughed, “haha, thanks for that, we gots to go now. Nice to meet yah. Adios. Bye”

You gripped your bag over your shoulder allowing her to drag you out of the bar. When you noticed the men leering and getting closer to her, you tugged her back and took the lead, shoving them aside with strength that once again surprised them. You got out relatively untouched. But you knew that there would be some grease stains on your skirt and stockings. Kathy didn’t seem too happy about the prints on her ass though.

You would have laughed if it weren’t for the enraged look on her face. “What animals”

She hissed. Trying to swipe away the grease but the damage was done.

“Alright, sunny, I called a cab and it should be here any minute. You gonna hop in?”

You sighed and hummed, after blowing off the Benny guy you wanted nothin but to go home and wallow in your failure.

Her lips smirked, “Gonna wallow in self pity for rejectin’ that biker guy?”

Her comment released a wave of groans from your lips, “My gosh Kathy! I blew it!”

You hooked your right arm though her left and followed her across the street, “I was THIS close” you lifted your thumb and pointer finger and squeezed them together, “to maybe going on a date or somethin’”

She laughed, “Oh honey, you’ve never even bothered to flirt nor talk to a man that wasn’t family or close friends. Of course you’d blow it”

Her tease left you pouting, throwing your head back you groaned and stomped your feet playfully, “If I had a second chance I think I could get it right”

Your eyes traced the Big Dipper, wishing for another chance. But for what? You didn’t even think you had it in you. Sure you could be confident and happy. Bulldozing your way through life. Making others smile and laugh. Getting others to feel comfortable and welcoming.

But flirting? Dating? Talking to an insanely handsome man?

An impossible task you really wanted to try.

A few minutes went by before Kathy started to nudge your side. You turned your head to stare at her, one brow raised in question. Her eyes flitted across the street and you followed.

He was walking across the street, cigarette on his lips and a lighter hovering in front of him as he lit it. His hand shoved the lighter back into his pocket and he nonchalantly walked up to his sleek black bike. Swinging his long legs over the bike, he jumped to start it, his bike roaring to life.

He sat down, fixed his jacket, and gave you a look over his shoulder. His eyes were obscured by shadows but with the slight incline of his head, you figured he was silently telling you to get on.

Kathy pushed you towards him, your feet stumbling over the pavement. You righted yourself and shot her a glare. She wiggled her fingers at you, shooing you in response.

You slowly took a step forward. Then two. Then three. And before you could turn around and run away you were standing next to him.

He plucked his cigarette from his lips and gave you a look. His eyes scanned you from head to toe. Amused to see you standing near him. Your fingers fidgeted with the hem of your skirt.

You were just about to ask him if you could get on. But rowdy men spilled out of the bar. Hooting loudly at seeing you next to Benny. Urging you to get on. Some commenting about your pretty skirt riding up your thigh. And some praising Benny for reining you in.

“Get on girl, it’s gonna be a fun ride” one of them laughed out.

Benny gave no indication he was listening to them. And he gave no indication of what he wanted you to do. You suppose he had already given you a hint earlier. You sighed and got on.

Once seated you tried to tug your skirt down the best you could. Silently thankful that you had prepared for the worst-case scenario. Your black shorts peeked from beneath your skirt. Your thighs resting comfortably over the bike.

More of the men hollered, “We’ve got a smart one”

“Ay suppose only Benny can take a peek underneath her skirt”

You blushed at the comment. You would like to deny it but saying anything would only fuel their provocative statements.

You turned to take a quick peek at Kathy, finding her getting on one of the men’s bikes. Having been herded by the others to take a ride. She had obviously given in to get them to leave her alone. She shot you a look. Her eyes flickered between you and Benny. She gave you a wry smile. She was excited for you. But not that pleased with her own situation. However, she’d pull through if you were experiencing it with her.

Your hands were loosely gripping onto Benny’s side, unsure of where to place them.

One of Benny’s hands reached around, grabbing yours to tightly wrap it around his midsection. You laced your fingers together and held on tightly. Trying to ignore the way your body pressed into his.

Someone shouted for him to take off and let him know that they would meet up with him on the expressway. With a jolt of the bike, you lurched forward. Your thighs squeezing Benny's legs and your grip getting tighter.

After that, you were a goner. The night sped past you in a blaze of light. The stars glittering and the town lights fading into the darkness. The wind swept your hair, tossing your neatly primed waves into a knotted mess.

You squealed, pressing your face into his back. Your eyes followed the passing scenery falling in love with the speed and the freedom that swelled up inside you.

You felt him chuckle at your reaction, you tore your gaze away and leaned at an angle to see the side of his face, you could tell he was smiling.

You were in trouble. All the warnings Alice had given you had been discarded. Your heart was a fool and your mind had been made. And you wondered where exactly this night would lead.

A/N: If you made it this far down, I applaud you 👏part 2 is already written and is currently being edited. If you want quick updates, comment for a tag! Thank you so much for sticking around to read this long fic!

[moralesmilesanhour]

Hello!!! How are you? I’ve been a follower for the past few days and was wondering if I could request something.

I was hoping to request a fic or like give you a prompt for something for miles42 × femreader

So it goes like this- yk those super corny reads that are like the reader's pinning for miles and like sometimes miles finds them annoying but in a cute way but he don't know that her yk? So he's talking to his homeboys about her, talm about some how she's so "annoying, a nuisance" and guess who's behind the wall listening? The reader herself.

So this goes one of two ways- she either matches up there, confronts him. And she's like "flipping fine, if that's how you feel then lemme get out of ur way- you won't hear a peep from me" and she like just ignores him and he learns how he feels about her, sees how his life is so boring without her and all that- goes to apologize happy ending..

Option number 2: silent treatment. Like just slowly drifting away until he once again comes to the realization that he needs her and all that happy ending yay!

Feel free to do whatever you want with this but I'm thinking of sending the same request to other authors to see what they come up with cause everyone has a style k? And i just love studying them and reading them cause evervtime- no matter how similar the prompt is- they always manage to invoke different feelings with in me.

Anyway- have fun doing this- but remember you don't have to cause this is kinda too much and I'm sorry😓

"I want my pen back."

wc: >1,200 A/N: okay so i got a bit carried away...this is a long one. (yes I am using this as an excuse to try out the gradient thing) thank you anon for this fun request! i also rlly like ur reasoning behind it and i hope i was able to do this prompt some type of justice lol

The gel pen clattered to the ground.

“I got it,” you said, grinning at Miles. You squat to grab it before the boy can act to get it himself, and he sighs as you hand it to him.

“Thanks.”

Miles turned the pen every which way between his fingers.

You had gifted it to him on the first day of school, with that same expectant grin. The little cartoon dogs that surrounded the perimeter had begun to fade with use because – admittedly – it had actually turned out to be a good ass pen.

He’d thought initially that you were just being nice; maybe you were handing shit out to everyone because it was the first day, understandable. 

But then, it was highlighters (the erasable ones).

Pink sticky-notes on his locker, telling him to have a nice day with the ‘i’s dotted with hearts.

A new sketchbook for Secret Santa.

Miles’ pencil case had rapidly gotten bulkier, and when you rushed to grab a seat next to him during the one class without assigned seats, it finally clicked.

You were trying to get his attention. And he wasn’t sure what would happen if you got it.

“I like the new braids.”

He was snapped out of his thoughts, and turned to you.

“Huh?”

“The braids,” you laughed. “I like the pattern. Who did ‘em for you?”

A tiny smirk ghosted the boy’s lips.

“My mom. Just like the last time you asked me.”

He ran a hand instinctively over the meandering zig-zag pattern that his cornrows had been sectioned into. Miles looked at you from his periphery; you were still staring. 

“Bitch, just ask him out already!”

Your friend smacked the back of your shoulder as the two of you took your sweet time getting back to your lockers.

“Alright, today, I swear,” you said, hand over your heart for emphasis.

A beat of silence passes. “But what if he says no?” 

She groaned.

“Then he says no, and you can save your money. But say something, it’s getting embarrassing.”

Your friends’ encouragement landed you here, around the corner of a building where Miles and a gaggle of other boys from your homeroom were bursting into raucous laughter.

“Yo, why you ain’t bag her yet? She wants you bad,” one boy said.

Unsure if the ‘she’ in question was you, you stay where you are and keep listening.

“I dunno, she kinda annoying,”

Miles’ low voice makes your ears perk up.

“One day she gon’ run outta things to say about my hair, she has to!”

…Oh.

The buoyant feeling in your chest sinks as the group erupts into another laughing fit. If you asked him out now, you’d hear about it for the rest of the year.

Shoving your phone into your pocket, you turn back the way you came. 

Miles knew something was off when you sat down the next morning without a word. 

“You good?” he asked.

You glanced at him, then nodded before going back to playing with the beads in your hair. The excruciating silence stretched on for almost the entirety of class before it was broken again.

“Do you…wanna help me with my homework? I’ll really let you, this time.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Morales, you got an ‘A’ in every class.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Your name’s on every bulletin board.”

“Damn,” the boy muttered to himself as his leg bounced under the desk.

Your beads clattered against your back as you rose from your seat. The bell had rung, finally. You didn’t even say ‘bye’.

Miles cracked open his locker. One of your sticky notes from last week had begun to un-stick and fluttered to the ground. There were no new ones. He bent to pick it up, noticing how neat and round your handwriting was on these compared to the way you wrote in class. The letters didn’t run together, like you were in a rush.

Neatly folding the note and sticking it in his pocket, Miles shut his locker to reveal your face. The boy nearly yelped in surprise.

“Where the hell did you come from? Scared the shit outta me,” he said with a grin.

“I want my pen back.”

Miles froze. 

“Which pen?”

You tilted your chin up towards the one he was currently gripping in his left hand. He looked down at it like a wad of cash.

“Oh.”

He couldn’t just not give the pen back to you…

…but he didn’t want to give it to you, either.

“What you need it for? Don’t you have, like, a whole store full of these?”

“Miles, I gotta get to class. I’m not playing,” you reached for Miles’ hand, but he raised it high above his head.

Instead of a smirk or mocking sneer, something like worry was etched onto the boy’s features. 

“Tell me what’s up witchu first.”

“What are you talking about? I’m about to be late, c’mon.”

“You ain’t said a word to me all day,” he dropped his hand momentarily. “Are you sick? Did I do something? What–hey!”

You had snatched the pen out of the boy’s hand when he wasn’t looking, throwing it into your bag.

“I thought that’s what you wanted.”

You turn to retreat down the hallway, but stop with a huff when Miles calls after you.

“Wait!”

“I’m waiting.”

“Come see me after school?”

You kicked an empty can down the sidewalk in front of Miles’ apartment.

“Make this quick, I gotta go study.”

He looks everywhere else to avoid meeting your eyes, looking for the right words.

“You didn’t answer me earlier,” Miles awkwardly shuffled his feet. “Are you mad at me?”

“...Yeah, kinda.”

“For what?”

You stop to think for a moment, crossing your arms. 

“For…for letting me hand you that pen, knowing you weren’t gonna give it back,” you began.

Miles’ brows furrowed in confusion. “That’s it?”

You shook your head profusely, “N-no, I’m not done. You let me buy you all that stuff, put all that dumb shit in your locker, whole time you don’t even like me–”

“You don’t know that,” Miles interrupted. Your head snapped up to look at him, and you paused.

“I don’t?”

Neither of you say anything for a moment, then Miles remembers the note in his pocket. He takes it out and shows it to you.

“These? Are cute as fuck,”

He searches for more words, ten continues, "A-and I use that sketchbook every day. That pen? It’s like, my favorite,” he laughs. “I got half a mind to steal it back from you.”

Miles watches you expectantly. Your arms are still crossed, but the corners of your lips quirk up in amusement.

“So you like getting free stuff.”

“No-! I…”

The boy’s arms had begun to flail around in frustration. You hold back a giggle, never having seen him squirm like this before. It’s a nice change of pace.

“Alright, listen. I like hearing you talk to me every morning, and…”

He trailed off. He had begun slightly bouncing on his toes.

“...I like you.”

At some point while watching Miles struggle to explain himself, the float-y feeling in your chest had come back. You tilted your head to the side, and smiled.

“Okay. What are you gonna do about it?”

The boy’s eyes lit up.

“Where do you wanna go?”

[essentiallyleaf]

day 17. intercrural sex. with. minju.

648 words.

tags.

kinktober ‘23, idol x male reader, intercrural sex, handjob, noona minju, super subby reader (honestly kind of a wimp, but who isn’t a wimp for this girl), and they were roommates!

notes.

kinda short because i make the rules. or because i’m a bit of a cuck. close call. misjudgingly, leaf.

Minju comes back home after 2 a.m., the door creaking when she comes in, her boots knocking against the wooden floor as she takes them off, only the light of her phone’s screen illuminating her face.

“Noona? Why so late?” You ask in a low voice, more worried than curious.

“Hm? Are you still awake?” She whispers back.

“Usually you call to say you’ll be late…”

“Oh, I’m sorry, you’re right. Were you staying up waiting for me?” She asks, flattered. “You know you can go to sleep next time, right?”

“I tried, I just couldn’t fall asleep.” You say in a saddened tone. “The bed feels really cold…”

“Does it? Want me to lie down with you, hm?” You nod your head in the dark. Somehow, Minju gets the message and lies down on top of you, her hands around your shoulders, your cheeks touching. She rubs hers against yours slowly, it feels fluffy like a cloud in the sky.

“Better? You think you can fall asleep now?”

“I don’t know… I don’t feel that tired anymore…”

“Hm, you stayed up so long to wait for me, I think you deserve a present”

She lifts her hips slightly to pull her dress up and her panties down, then lowers your pajama pants together with your boxers. She lets some saliva drop on her fingers and spreads it out, then wraps them around your half-erect length (it feels good to have Minju even just hug you) and strokes it lightly but thoroughly, even reaching down to knead your balls from time to time. You moan in her ear.

“Wait, wait, hehe~ This is not the present yet!”

When you reach full hardness, she holds your dick up, then wraps her thighs around it tightly, her ankles crossing, and you can feel the slight wetness of her slit coat part of your shaft. She lifts her hips up until your tip is touching the front of her pussy, then drops down until your belly buttons touch again, the last bit of your cock peeping between her plump buttcheeks. She repeats the same movement several times at a steady pace, and her thighs feel so soft around you, it’s like you’re dipping a spoon in a jar of honey. Or rather, a jar of honey being dropped repeatedly on a standing spoon, however that would work, physically.

“NoonacanIholdyou?” You blurt out, mostly lost in pleasure.

“Of course you can, honey” You quickly wrap your arms around her waist, so tightly that it’s honestly surprising she’s still able to breathe.

“You can touch down lower if you want~” You want.

You swiftly shift your hands down to grab her pillowy ass, she yelps in surprise, then immediately smiles adoringly. You let out what sounds like one big, drawn out groan, but really it goes on for minutes straight as she keeps pumping at an imperceptibly increasing pace. Minju’s thighs are heaven, a heaven that you can’t let go of, so reach even lower and hold, rub, massage her every bit of her softness with every bit of your palms and digits.

“Noona, I’m a-I’mboutta…”

“Hm, relax, and let go, then. Just let go, baby”

You thrust up a few times as you feel your peak coming, and while you whimper in her ear and keep holding for dear life onto her thighs and cheeks, spurts of white burst out and up in the air, landing on her pillow-like features, some of them hitting your hands, others all over your bed.

“Shhh, so nice, you came so much for me~” She whispers while caressing your scalp and slowly moving her hips in circles before stopping completely. You are spent, and need a couple minutes to even regain consciousness.

“Noona, did you- you wanna-”

“Mh-hm, I’m ok, baby. You seem very tired now, so I just need you to fall asleep, okay~?”

-

footnotes.

i suck at goodbyes. fadingly, leaf.

[yujinnieswifeu]

Behind the public eyes

Pairings: sub!fem reader x dom!ahn yujin

Warings: smut, LOTS OF SMUT!!, strap is referred as cock, fingering, lots of teasing, a lil edging.

a/n: guys..omg i swear i just got carried away and wrote and wrote, and now it’s super long cause i cant STOP!!!🧍🏻‍♀️Also this always happens, like when i have a certain plot, it always changes so yeah😭, really can’t stay with a certain plot like how bent i am🥴. Hope you enjoy this oneshot you horny peeps😋

Being together with an influencer was never easy. You had to deal with people going off about your girlfriend, Yujin in front of your face and not do anything about it since you two were still a secret, and only known to a few friends.

So when one day, you decided to see the comments on one of Yujin’s new post, you were furious to say the least. Oh how you wanted to throw your phone against the wall. Please step on me Yujin 🧎🏻‍♀️, i can bark for you 🗣️, please Yujin..one chance? And that was not it. It got even worse, like some of the comments were saying how they want to be fucked by her, oh..if they only knew Yujin fucks you every.single.day.

Gosh you so wanted to film you two when she pounds your pussy with her strap, or when she licks your cunt like she never had anything better and post it to brush it into her fans’s face! You really had to do something abo-

“Hey sweets, what you staring at there so intently?” There she was, the person that you want to see right now.

“Who is the only person you have your eyes on?” You said, trying to sound calm but your voice betrays you, your voice coming out rough and angry instead.

The silence was deafening to say the least, Yujin was blinking her eyes at you, a confused look plastered on her face as she brush her fingers through her hair, a nervous habit of hers that you soon noticed. “U-urm you? Why the question?” She mutters the last part, and you only glare at her, taking your phone instead and you sat back at the edge of the bed, trying to calm yourself down instead as you took deep breaths.

You could feel the bed deep, and her arms over yours, her head next to yours in a slow manner, eyes looking at you to see if you were fine with what she was doing and you just looked away from her, knowing she was pouting like a lost puppy now as she plants a soft kiss along your temples. “Tell me sweets?” She says soothingly, her fingers now brushing in your hair as you could feel yourself relax in her hold.

“Maybe i saw the comments in your post.” You hinted, looking down at your lap as you played with your fingers, suddenly feeling a little sad and at the same time jealous, that you did not want her to know. Unbestowed to you, Yujin was grinning, totally understanding now why you were this angry when she came into the room, why you had asked her that question. You were jealous.

Soon, you could hear her chuckling, and you frowned at her, not understanding how any of this was funny. “What are you laughing at Ahn.” You rolled your eyes, pushing her away now as you stood up to get your things. “Mm i don’t know hun? Maybe someone was jealous?” She grinned, that sickening smirk that makes you glare at her, and she stood in front of you, taking the things in your hand away from you and placing the somewhere else.

“I-i am not?” You rolled your eyes, feeling the hotness against your cheeks as you try to look away from her. “Ah ah..you were, why did you ask me that then?” She says, her finger went to grip at your chin making you look up at her as you let out a small whine.

“I said why?” She asked again, this time, she sounded more serious and you could only gulp, unable to look away from her as you said nothing, feeling your cheeks flush embarrassingly. “Tell me y/n, why?” It was more of a command now, her eyes now staring deep into yours as you pout. “I-i..i was…jealous.” You whimper, eyes darting to the ground instead as you look at the floor shamefully, feeling your hands curl in a fist.

She lifts your chin this time, making you look at her. “Good girl. Now tell me…who is the only one for me?” Her question makes a shiver runs down your spine, looking back into her eyes as your heart raced with each passing second.

“Me?” You bit your bottom lip, which she did not like as she placed her thumb there. “Hm, i did not ask you for you to ask me back. I said who?”

“M-me!” You quickly say, your heart was thumping so hard at this point, you were sure Yujin could hear it. “Yes, that’s right. Now…i’m going to make you see that, would you like that hm?” She husked out, and you nod your head desperately. It only causes her to smirk, pushing you face down against the mattress as you whimper out in need, pushing your hips back over her and she only chuckles at your desperate attempt to get off to something.

Poor you, just wanting her to ruin you at this point and she was just taking her own sweet time. “Mm, what an impatient little thing.” She mocks, and you whimper more, grinding yourself back against her, giving her a show.

“P-please?” You whine out, feeling her hands grip at your hips to stop your movements instead, and you groan softly.

“Please what?” She whispers against your ear, the feeling of her front against your back makes you let out a small gasp, wanting so much to feel her skin on yours.

“Please Yuji— ahh!” You cry out instead, feeling a smack against your ass making your body tense suddenly, your back arching more. “Say it again.”

“P-please mommy.” She hums approvingly, now planting soft kisses along the back of your neck which makes you shiver slightly, feeling sensitive. “That’s my good girl.” She raspily says, which makes you clench your thighs together from the throbbing feeling between them.

You could feel her fingers drag along your spine, your breathing hitches as she drags them even lower, resting over the back of your sweatpants. You let out a small moan, moving your hips as you try to ease the feelings between your thighs. Yujin only chuckled cruelly from behind, her hands goes to grip at your waist, making you stop your movements. Instead, she slowly pulled down your pants, looking down to see a damp spot on your panties, grinning wickedly.

“So wet for me when i haven’t even started?” She rasps against your ear, her breath tickling your ear as you writher under her. “Need more please?” You begged, and she hummed in response. “What do you want mommy to do?” She says against your ear, now going to suck at your earlobe, as you bit your bottom lip harshly. “N-nghh mommy…want you to eat me please?” The desperation in your voice was so loud, it only makes Yujin grin even wider, her ego boosted as her fingers inches nearer to your now drenched core, feeling the heat of your arousal on her fingers.

“And how will i do that? You need to elaborate right?” She teases you, and you could feel your cheeks turning red. Instead of responding, you stayed silent, too embarrassed to say those lewd thoughts out like how Yujin always wanted.

“I asked you..a. fucking. question.” She emphasised on her words, which made you even more wet, feeling your arousal leek from your poor hole. You whimper as you clench your thighs together, which she separates them with her legs instead.

“M-mommy!” You cry out, and she lands another smack on your ass cheeks. “Answer me.” She warns, and you could feel the lump forming at the back of your throat. The thoughts from earlier now flooded your brain, images of how Yujin were to eat you out in your mind makes your clit throb painfully. “Y-you would use your tongue over my clit…maybe your fingers in my hole too.” You groan softly, the thought of it making you squirm under her. Within seconds, your panties were aside as she stuffs her face into your aching hole, eating you out just how you wanted. You let out a gasp, a long moan followed right after as you grasp at the sheets tightly. The sensation of her tongue against your clit as she flicks it repeatedly has you rolling your eyes back, pushing yourself back against her face as you desperately chase your high over her face.

She moves away from your hole, gripping your hips harshly. “You better continue talking, or i will stop.” She warns, before going back to eating you out. You whimper against the sheets, knowing what she meant and all your mushy brain could register was how good she was eating you out. “You wo-would lick your tongue f-faster against my clit…mmnngh..a-and add a finger i-in.” Your words comes out as stutters, but Yujin knew exactly what you meant, licking at your clit faster, as she slowly enters a finger inside of your tight walls, groaning slightly at how tight you were for her.

After a while, you were a moaning mess, feeling your impending orgasm nearing as your breathing becomes more ragged. Yujin sensed this and stopped her movements, pulling herself away as she lands a slap on your ass cheeks, hearing you whine and writher on the sheets at the loss of your orgasm.

“M-mommy no! I was going t-to cum!” You almost sob at your own words, now a little teary eyed and Yujin only gives you a warning look, one which makes you shiver as you quieten down instead. “You stopped talking so i did not continue.” She says instead, manhandling you on the bed as she pushes you on your back instead, your front against hers. Now only did you realise that she was still clothed, and you still had your shirt on. “Mommy, can we remove these?” You looked at her shirt, tugging at it slightly which almost makes her smile, but she pushes that aside, her eyes locked on yours instead.

“Sure baby, i think you’ve been a good girl for me.” She nears your lips, giving them a peck before removing her shirt, your eyes roams over her body almost instantly. She catches you staring and grins, her head tilted. “Like what you see baby girl?” That nickname makes a shiver run down your spine, eyes staring back up at her as you could feel your cheeks heat up. “Y-yes, you always look so good mommy.” You gulped, hands slowly moving to cup at her breasts, normally, she wont let you do so, but she lets it slide this time, letting you massage her breasts instead as she moans softly. You look up at her, watching her eyes closed in pleasure as your finger circles over her tits, and she lets out a throaty moan. It only makes you more drenched, you were sure your arousal was all over the bed at this point.

“Mm..that’s enough.” Her hands grabs your wrists over your head, now taking over control as you let out a small whine. “I want to hear more about what you want me to do with you baby.” She whispers against your lips, her eyes locked on yours instead as she presses her front against you, making you let out a small moan as you feel her harden nipples brush yours underneath your shirt. “W-why mommy?” You whine out, and watch as she grins almost wickedly. “Hm..i don’t know, maybe someone said earlier how they wanna be fucked by me?” She teases, and you could feel your cheeks turn even redder, your heart racing, now realising what you thought you said in your mind was actually what you said out loud. You were sure Yujin was enjoying all of this.

“Yujin…” you groan, pulling at your wrists which she had trapped above your head with her strong grip. Gosh, you must have looked like a tomato by now! “It’s mommy darling.” She hisses out instead and you whimper. “Mommy…please stop teasing?” You whine out, and she only giggles, touching her forehead against yours. “Mm..you just have to say it one more time.” She taunts, making you pout up at her, watching as she grins her infamous grin.

“Mommy..want you to use your s-strap on me please?” It comes out as a squeak, your heart racing as you look into her dark orbs, she leans in, pressing a soft kiss on your lips before pulling away. “That’s my good girl.” Her voice comes out husky, and you whimper softly. She pulls herself away completely from you this time, asking you to wait for her and remove your shirt in the meantime as she goes to take her strap. Soon, she comes back, and you immediately notice it was your favourite one. It wasn’t too long or too wide, and girthy enough to look like the real thing. You could feel the water in your mouth as you stare at it, and she smirks.

“You’re drooling baby.” She says, her voice deep with desire as she gets on the bed with you, nearing your face with the faux cock as she smacks the tip over your lips teasingly, it only makes the feeling between your thighs intensify as you part your lips, feeling her slowly slide her cock between your lips, and you moan around it. She groans softly at the sight below her, biting her bottom lip as she stares down at your submissive form, moving the toy slowly into your mouth, before moving her hips back. She keeps doing the same movement, before starting to move faster, watching as you choke against the toy, bringing some tears to your eyes as she let out shaky breaths.

Her hand goes to your hair, stroking your hair as she praises you. “Fuck baby, taking me so well, you like how it feels around your mouth?” And you hum around her cock instead, teary eyes staring up at her as she continue to abuse your mouth. When she sees your tears sliding down your face, she pulls away, contented with what she has done as she goes lower, now sliding her cock up and down between your folds teasingly. “P-please!” You whine, now moving your hips desperately over her cock, and she pushes her tip slowly past your hole, watching your brows furrow in pleasure, your lips parting slightly as you moan.

“So fucking tight.” She groans, starting to move slightly faster, the sight of you losing control over yourself, and fucked dumb makes her hips snap faster into you, making your cry out in pleasure as you make grabby hands at her, and she gets the message, moving her body over yours as she plants kisses along your neck, her fingers goes over to play with your nipples, hearing you moan even louder for her as she groans softly. It gets harder for her to move inside of you, and she knows you were close. Your fingers now clawing at her back as she hisses, the feeling when she slides back in and the tip hits over your cervix, feeling the pressure against her own clit makes her move even faster inside of you, chasing her own orgasm as well.

“M-mommy need to cum!” You desperately say, hands now lost in her hair, pulling at them slightly as she groans softly against your skin, her thrust becoming more erratic as she nears too. “Cum..cum with me baby.” She whispers feverishly against your lips, kissing you with hunger as you kissed her back with the same hunger, cumming undone together as you tremble under her, she lets out a small moan against your lips, her eyes closed as she thrust one last time inside of you. “All mine.” She says, panting slightly now as she pulls herself out, removing the strap from herself as she places it on the floor next to the bed, planting a soft kiss to your forehead before bringing you closer to her, spooning you.

She looks down at you, watching you still trying to catch your breath as she plays with your hair. After a while, she breaks the silence between you two. “Did i show you enough?” She mutters, and you look back up at her, eyes still slightly hazy but able to get her question, a lazy smile playing in your lips. “Mhm..i love you Yujin.” You say lazily, and she smiles lovingly back down at you. “And i love you too y/n, no one can ever replace you, remember that okay?” She says, planting a soft kiss to your lips as you could feel your cheeks turning red again. “Yes, i will always remember mm.” You respond shyly, and she giggles at your reaction.

“By the way, i will let my fans know about us tomorrow.” She says, before hugging you tighter in her arms, planting a soft kiss to your temple this time as you smile against her skin.

[madridfangirl]

Star crossed lovers (Jude Bellingham fic)

Chapter 7

(Series Link)

Jude * female reader. Mature Language in parts.

Synopsis: A chance encounter in a tiny Madrid cafe with the newest superstar of her fav club. The two couldn't be more different, yet both feel the pull toward the other. Would this girl be the one he finally falls for? Would she make him change his ways? Even though she resists him every step of the way, would he fight all odds (& her) to have her in his life? Or would life come in the way of these star-crossed lovers?

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Wednesday morning started off on a foul note for Jude. The team landed after a red eye flight & below is what he saw at 6:30 am. 

Ananya: Heyy. Listen, I am so sorry but I can’t make it tonight. NY office just got back and we have tons more to do. All hands on deck. Will be MIA most of today & tmrw. Hope you put something on your bruises. Take care & see ya soon! 

He groaned in frustration. Yesterday had been horrible & he was really looking forward to seeing her tonight. It was his primary motivation to get through the day. But the universe seemed to be conspiring against him.

He stayed in a pissy mood for a bit but sanity prevailed some time later. 

Jude: Heyy, it’s fine. Work is work. Go kick some ass. Lemme know if you get done soon ya?

His message remained unseen till 10:30 pm. She hadn’t come online. He knew, since he had checked more than a few times.

He was about to crash when his phone buzzed.

Ananya: Still in office. Will be a long night. How was your day?

He perked up immediately & grabbed his phone. 

Jude: Talk for a few mins?

Ananya: In conference room with folks, can’t step out.

Deflated, he fell back on the bed, trying to find a comfortable spot. All he needed was some attention from her tonight. For her to fuss over him like she had done yesterday. But alas. 

Jude: Day was ok I guess. Debriefed on the game, lads were being extra nice which was irritating but had a good chat with Boss. How was yours?

Ananya: Hectic, but this deal is so cool it’s blowing my mind.

Jude smiled for the first time today. Her ambition & drive was relatable. Admirable. And so so attractive. 

Ananya: Ok gotta go now. Ciao.

And just like that, his smile faded. 

Jude: Ciao. Eat something. C ya soon!

He twisted & turned in bed a few times. Finally, exhaustion took over and he drifted off to sleep.

Next day was worse, if that was even possible.

He again woke up irritated. The UK tabloids were going to run a trashy story about him & some girl. His team had been contacted for comments & the decision was to not entertain them at all. The story could drop any time now - that was the heads-up he had gotten.

Great, just what he needed.

The message that he wanted to see was not there. Not a single peep from Ananya. He scrolled through the previous messages, re-reading some. And then he froze.

She was going to see the article too. 

Such gossip pieces on him were not uncommon but he mostly ignored them earlier. As did his team. 

But this time, it was different. Because of her. 

He had to get ahead of the situation.

Jude: Morning dove. I know you are busy. Quick heads up - you may see a tabloid piece today about my ‘girlfriend’. It’s all bull ok? I will explain when we talk. 

Burying himself with work seemed like the best solution today. He went extra hard in the gym, pushing himself more, & then some. Letting his irritation be sucked out through sweat and sore muscles.

He was extra feisty in training, didn’t joke around & was super competitive in duels, earning all the applause of the coaching staff and some jeers from his teammates.

Cama and Vini teased him about his new girlfriend who he was apparently smitten by - the article was splashed all over social media by now. He evaded them after engaging in some superficial locker room banter.

Still no reply from her, even though she had seen the first message. 

Jude: (Link) - This is what I was referring to. Like I said, it’s bull. How’s your day going?

When the messages were still unread after 2 hours, he started getting jittery. And did something he wouldn’t have done had he been thinking with a clear head.

He called her, knowing fully well she was dying at work today.

The number was unreachable. He tried again. Same message.

The jitters got stronger. Of the zillion things he was capable of doing to mess this up, this shouldn’t have been it.

It was one of those moments when the house looked emptier. Felt lonelier. He missed his home in Birmingham. He wished his mom were here with him.

She had called him earlier today to check on him, & could tell something was off in his voice. She didn’t push, knowing that he wanted to be left to his own devices.

Boy, he could do with her hug right now.

It was 8:30 pm. He had done everything he could for the day. There was nothing else to busy himself with. His friends from the team were all otherwise occupied tonight. He had no other real, normal friends in the city - ones he trusted/liked enough to hang out with. 

He didn’t wanna talk to his Birmingham friends either - didn’t wanna bring up the article or the match. Wanted to block those out. Jobe was busy with his training too. 

So he gulped his dinner while watching some random episodes of The Great British Bake Off. Something that used to be a family ritual back home.

Still no word from her. It was 10 pm.

It wasn’t fair. He hated feeling this restless. That’s why he stayed away from the complications of attachments - too much fucking drama that he absolutely didn’t need in his life right now. As if the pressures on him weren’t enough already.

His treacherous messed up self didn’t comply with his brain though.

Jude: Don’t overthink this. Talk to me once.

10:30 pm. Still nothing. 

He was about to get up from his couch & drag himself to bed, when he saw the blue ticks started coming on her chat. She hadn’t blocked him then?

He grabbed his phone & dialled her number, shoving his pride aside. She picked up in two rings.

‘Heyyyy Judeyyy.’

She slurred on the line. Jude was stunned. Was this for real? 

He channelled all his inner calmness - wanting to get the facts first.

‘Ananya - are you drunk?’

‘Siiii. We just downed half a bottle of tequila in three sixty minutes. No thirty-six. I meant thirty-six mins.’

He took a few deep breaths, as she giggled on the line. 

‘Tell me where you are. I am picking you up.’

‘I am in a moving car - how will you pick me up from a moving car?’

‘What the fuck do you mean you are in a car? Who are you with? And why the fuck are you drinking in a car?’

He lost his patience despite his best efforts.

‘Yikes why the screaming? Hurting my ears Jude. So rude. Heyyy, that rhymed.’

He nearly pulled out a few of his flawlessly trimmed hair in frustration. When he spoke next, he broke up each word like he was talking to a child.

‘One step at a time yeah? Send me your live location.’

She managed to do that after a few failed attempts. Relief flooded over him when he saw she wasn’t too far from her home & on the right route.

‘Good girl. Now, are you alone, or is someone with you?’

‘I am in a limo. A black limo. Like in the movies. Can you believe it?’

‘That’s great. Not what I asked though. Is someone with you, Ananya?’

‘Roma. But she’s passed out. Wait let me see again? Yup - passed out.’

‘Was it such a smart thing to drink so much that you pass out in the back of a car? When you are alone?’

‘Hey, she passed out. Not me. Pls - my capacity is legendary. Ask me the square root of 1576 & I'll tell you.’

He was amused but had to remind himself that he was still mad. 

‘Where were you today?’

Somehow, from her broken sentences, he gathered that the MD of their team lived on the outskirts of Madrid and there was a presentation of the final work at his mansion today. It was his limos that were dropping the team home. And the girls found the tequila in the car & just went for it after the grueling last 48 hours of work.

He also understood that her phone was on airplane mode most of the day. So she hadn’t seen his messages. Hadn’t seen the article either. 

Suddenly, there was some commotion on the line.

‘Roma is hitting me to talk to you. Putting you on speaker.’

‘Heyyy lover boyyyy - finally.’

This time he couldn’t stop himself from smiling.

‘Well hello to you too.’

‘You should know that you owe me. I convinced Ananya to go to the match. And, most importantly, I convinced her to GO WITH YOU after the match.’

‘Oh, I thought she came because of me. How sad.’

‘A little coz of you. But mostly it was me.’

‘I see. Then I definitely owe you one, Roma.’

‘Remember that when I ask for signed jerseys of the WHOLE TEAM. And Zidane. And of course our one true love Ronaldo.’

‘Ahh you too.’

‘Of course, we share a common love. But Ananya loves him more.’

‘Believe me, I know.’

The car swerved to their street soon after, stopping outside their apartment building.

‘Girls, focus now, ya? - watch your step, go inside, lock the door. Ananya - call me after. I am waiting.’

‘Sir yes sir.’

‘Byeee lover boyyyyy.’

Jude groaned as they hung up - staring at the phone for it to ring again. Praying that they don’t trip & fall on their assess. 

The wait was excruciating. He got to his room, changed into his sleeping shorts, paced around, still nothing. How fuckin irresponsible. Finally, after 13 long mins, she called.

‘What took you so long?’

‘Code wasn’t working. Had to call neighbors to buzz us in.’

‘Wasn’t working or you forgot it?’

‘Pretty sure it wasn’t working.’

He shook his head & let it go, understanding how it was a lost cause. 

Then he started blurting out some instructions to her like ‘re-check the door’, ‘grab some water’, ‘tell me you ate something before drinking’ etc.

Ananya followed them diligently, and the slurring reduced as the liqueur settled down. Still quite out of it, but he could hear the girl he knew in there.

Knowing she was safe now, his mood improved, and her antics even started looking cute. 

‘Facetime?’

It felt like forever since he had seen her last. Held her last. 

When he finally laid eyes on her, all his frustration & anxiety of last two days started to evaporate.

‘Hey you.’

She waved back happily, snuggled into her pillow, still in her work clothes. All dopey from the alcohol. 

‘If I fall asleep on you tonight, don’t take it personally. Haven’t slept in 2 days.’

‘But you kicked ass though didn’t ya? 

Her face brightened, despite the exhaustion.

‘Kinda did.’

‘Knew it. Proud of ya.’

He really was. She could tell. She was starting to learn how to read his bright, expressive, goofy eyes. Tonight, they were deep & sincere. And a little anxious.

‘How’s your mood now?’

20 minutes ago he would have had a very different answer. 

‘Now? All fine, dove.’

She was about to tease him, call him cheesy & sickly sweet but he doubled down with his big brown doe eyes.

‘Missed you.’

Again, the sincerity hit her square in her heart. Throwing her off guard. He seemed different tonight. Vulnerable. The trademark blend of cocky flair & casual nonchalance not at the forefront. 

‘Missed you too.’

She sighed, as her eyes fluttered shut. Not that she had had much time for any active thought the last few days. But seeing him like this just reminded her how much she was looking forward to meeting him last night.

As she gathered herself, he took in her surroundings. The baby pink pillows amused him the most; somehow he hadn’t associated that with her. 

‘Can’t believe this is how I get to see your bedroom. On FaceTime.’

He didn't realize he had said it out loud. She giggled at his groans, batting her eyelashes at him. The vixen.

‘Yeah? What else did you have in mind?’

Jude shifted uncomfortably in the sheets. 

‘Don’t tease. Not tonight.’

‘When’s a good time, then?’

‘When I am in touching distance of you, tease away, by all means.’

‘I am not stupid, Jude.’

‘Never thought you were, dove.’

Challenging each other was kind of becoming their thing. Neither liked backing down & both loved the dynamic.

But she was tired. Ready to drop dead anytime.

‘Gimme 2. Need to change out of these.’

‘Cool, I’ll stay here.’

She placed the phone on the bed. Then, on second thoughts, she covered the phone with her blanket. Suddenly, his screen was filled with baby pandas.

‘Seriously? I was facing the ceiling, what was I gonna see?’

‘Don’t trust you & your peripheral vision.’

Jude groaned audibly, facing the disorienting pandas, starting to seriously dislike the otherwise adorable creatures.

He could hear her bouncing around her room, humming something in a foreign tongue, heels clicking on the floor. Still quite buzzed, clearly.

And then, a loud thump.

‘What happened? You ok?’

‘Zipper got stuck in heels. Knocked over a carton. Am fine.’

Jude turned & buried his face in the pillow, trying very hard to drown out the thoughts of what she was doing right now.

He couldn’t afford to let himself wander, since they hadn’t yet discussed the matter at hand.

But it was hard, he nearly bit the pillow to rein himself in. 

That’s how she found him when she returned in her tank top. The same one she had on that night, when he kissed her. Great.

‘What’s with you?’

She eyed him curiously, and he recovered quickly, game face back on.

‘Need to talk about something.’

‘Go on.’

Something had shifted in the environment. In him. Putting her on the edge.

Ripping off the band-aid quickly seemed like the best strategy to him.

‘A tabloid piece came out today about me & a girl, saying she is my girlfriend and we have been dating for 2 months. Which is not true. Never dated her. No idea how they came up with this. Wanted to give you a heads-up. Sent you the link in chat earlier today.’

He got it all out quickly. Then zeroed in on her face to gauge her reaction.

Her face had hardened like she was preparing for something unpleasant. Expressions too neutral, too blank for his liking. Almost cold. A more agitated reaction would have been less unsettling.

Ananya had a feeling it was something like this. The shield was up. Plus she was too spent to give any kind of outward reaction. 

She replayed his words in her head, and read through the article, while he waited patiently.

Her insta feed was also full of this now. This was everywhere. She found the ID of the woman and clicked on her profile.

‘She is pretty.’

This was not the first thing he had expected to hear. But he had the good sense to know that no response was the best response. Both confirmation and denial would have been scoffed at. 

‘You say you didn’t date her, but you do know her, right? Didn’t hear you deny that.’

Her tone was matter-of-fact, business-like. As if she was slicing & dicing a work project.

‘Yes. I do.’

‘Elaborate.’

‘Met her through insta. Liked some pics of each other. Chatted on DM. Then, met in person. Once.’

‘When?’

‘Two months ago.’

So the article had gotten at least something right.

‘Slept with her?’

Both were surprised by her cutting to the chase like this. The alcohol had lowered her inhibitions significantly plus she wasn't in the mood to entertain any nonsense.

‘Yes.’

‘Why only once?’

‘Sorry?’

‘Why not again? She is pretty.’

‘Umm…she is not from here.’

That wasn’t a good answer, he knew it the moment he said it. It wasn’t the complete truth either. But the damage was done.

‘Any exchanges after?’

‘Not from me.’

The unsaid hung heavily in the air. She chose to not address it. 

Mindlessly, she kept scrolling through the girl’s profile and the details in the article, not wanting to say anything more immediately. Not wanting to look at him, while his eyes were glued to her face throughout. 

Eventually, he couldn’t handle the silence & spoke softly.

‘Remember, this was in the past. Nothing has happened since we met. Nothing will happen.’

The deep baritone was back, trying to lull her into a sense of security. 

She smiled wryly. If only it were that simple to believe. If only her mind was not filled with images of him frolicking at his home with this woman, as was so definitively stated in the article. 

He felt the chasm widening between them, pulling her further away.

Some core truths, albeit crude, needed to be said out loud now. 

‘Ananya - I’ve never lied to you. Never not answered anything you threw my way. Never painted a false picture of my lifestyle. We’ve discussed these encounters before. Yes this put a face to it & I get it’s hard. But that doesn’t change the fact that I was single, and both consenting adults always knew it was just sex, nothing more.’

Her eyes shot up at him at the last line, which he was expecting. But he stood his ground.

‘I can see you are judging me hard, and them too. Look…’

She cut him off sharply.

‘THEM? Who are they to me? Why should I judge women I don’t know anything about?’

‘And me?’

‘YOU? I am TRYING to understand you. Your DECISIONS. It is NOT EASY. Not something I ever imagined dealing with.’

‘I get it.’

He really did. She didn’t hear what he said though, still stuck on his previous words.

‘And THEM? Seriously how many are there? How many such GIRLFRIENDS should I be prepared for?’

He blanked & panicked simultaneously. How was he supposed to answer that? Thankfully, she intervened.

‘You know what? Scratch that. Don’t answer that, I don’t ever wanna know. I don’t care.’

She jerked her face away, trying to compose herself.

But he couldn’t stop staring at her. The usually calm, jovial features a picture of irritation & exhaustion right now. The need to hold her close & comfort her paralyzed him.

‘Can we do this in person? I can be there in 20-25 mins.’

‘NO.’

It was a firm, decisive no. Leaving no scope for discussion. He figured it was also her showing him he wasn’t just gonna get his way with her, that she wasn’t like the others. 

But he knew that already. That’s what had fascinated him so about her. She was unlike anyone he had been with before. How he wished she could see that too.

For the first time, the silence between them was not comfortable. Or comforting. 

The silence was interrupted by constant pings on her phone - two calls followed by a few messages. He saw her eyes go wide as she focused on the screen.

It was 12 am. Jude had a sinking feeling who it could be from. Last two days, he had really behaved himself. Despite knowing she would have spent every waking minute at work around that insufferable colleague of hers. Sticking to her like a leech. Pinging her at odd times. 

But, in a grand display of restraint, Jude hadn't uttered a word to her. It was her work after all. 

‘Jude I’m gonna need two mins.’

She muttered urgently, getting up from the bed.

‘I will stay online if that’s ok.’

‘Fine.’

She was already out the door, leaving the phone, leaving him behind.

Jude found himself facing the ceiling of her room again. Seriously, what the fuck just happened? Could this day get any more rotten?

She returned in a minute. He could hear her but not see her yet. Bile rose in his throat when he realised who she was talking to.

‘Hey Arjun, yes I found it. It’s with me now. Thank you so much for letting me know, this could have gone anywhere. You are a lifesaver.’

A pause for a few seconds, in which Jude plotted getting that cockroach permanently banned from the Bernabeu (Ananya had mentioned how big a fan he was), and then her voice again. Filled with genuine gratitude. Jude wanted to puke. 

‘Yeah all good, thanks again. Good night, see you tmrw.’

If her intent was to hurt Jude, then someone should hand her the Balon d’or immediately.

Ananya hung up, came back to the bed, and realized her phone was not on mute. She couldn’t find it in herself to care though, not right now.

‘All ok?’

Jude would have put monks to shame at the evenness he was able to muster in his voice.

‘Roma was drunk-texting on our work group. Some questionable stuff. Hv deleted the texts, will keep her phone tonight. Glad Arjun alerted me.’

And just like that, evenness went out the window. Replaced with sarcasm, laced with disdain.

‘How sweet of him, what a gentleman.’

Ananya turned the full force of her glare at Jude, which he met head on. Fire dancing in both their eyes. 

‘Would you GROW UP? Not everything is about you. And yes, he IS a gentleman. Your petulance will not change that.’

‘A FUCKIN TWAT is what he is. Always interrupting us. Always trying to cozy up to you. Even when he doesn’t have a shot. Classic small-dick energy. Quite fuckin LITERALLY in his case.’

Ananya could punch him through the screen. The insufferable, entitled, derisive prick that he was being. So full of himself. He needed to be put in his place. 

‘Yeah? Maybe I should verify that.’

The bodyblow landed as intended. Making him double over with pain.

Jude felt like someone had kicked him in the gut and in the nuts at the same time. His throat went dry and his hands turned clammy.

The numbness hitting his brain, then his body. The rage dissipated & he realised he didn’t have a leg to stand on, given how they had gotten here tonight.

Plus she would never do the thing she hates the most. She would never cheat, he was convinced.

His tone went down several notches, as did his attitude.

‘I know you are angry. I know you didn’t mean it.’

‘Oh no - I really do want..’

‘ANANYA PLEASE. Please. Slap me if you want to, smack me all that you like but NOT THIS. Please.’

The distress in his choked voice made her stop. Knocking the fight out of her. 

Her voice lost its edge, coming out in a whisper.

‘A hypothetical scenario broke you. Whereas….you…..you have actually..’

She didn’t finish the sentence. But the message was well understood.

‘I know it’s unfair. Even hypocritical of me. But I can’t help it. Can’t handle even the idea of you with anyone else. I want all of you. All for me. All the time. I’d go nuts otherwise I swear.’

This moment, she saw a young, sensitive, insecure boy in Jude, not the mature, articulate, sorted, in-control grown man known to the world. 

She found it strangely healing; a distinct warmth seeping into her skin and settling into the pit of her stomach. 

It was 12:30. Two emotionally charged hours they had spent on the phone. Dead tired from work. Yet, the idea of hanging up & calling it a night never occurred to either. 

Just then, her doorbell rang, making her jump.

‘Don’t be alarmed. Answer it.’

She eyed him curiously, checking his background again. He was still in his bed. 

‘What did you do now?’

‘Answer the door & you’ll see.’

Huffing, she got out of bed & walked out. Leaving him facing the ceiling again. Third time that night.

When she came back, he finally saw a ghost of a smile on her lips. And the light returned to her gorgeous soft eyes.

She was still gazing at the bouquet, stroking & smelling with contentment.

‘White Tulips for dove. Thought it’d be fitting.’

‘Jude.’

She sighed deeply, and buried her head in the flowers, letting the strong scent drown her senses.

This was never going to be easy, she knew that from the start. But every time she got wobbly, he steadied her. Every time doubts pulled her away, he clawed his way back to her. Lack of effort was definitely not something she could hold against him. 

Maybe he means what he says. Maybe it is different for him this time.

She turned to look at his smiling face, still leaning on the flowers.

‘How did you even find these in the middle of the night?’

‘To be fair I ordered them in the evening, when I thought you blocked me.’

‘Blocked you?’

He just shrugged in response. Slightly embarrassed but trying to not show it.

She laughed at the absurdity of it all, and he finally let go too, letting himself relax. The sound of his little giggles bounced on her ears, doing things to her.

‘You are such a loon.’

‘Wanna be your loon.’

She was starting to melt now and wanted to arrest the fall. So she switched gears.

‘Tell me - what was the plan if I had blocked you?’

There had to be a plan. He wasn’t the kind to take things lying down. 

‘Cheesecake & churros from our cafe tmrw morning. Along with a letter stating how a 20-year-old boy has the same psychological maturity as a 15-year-old girl. Therefore you should cut me some slack given women are far smarter biologically and also coz you are you. I’m not saying it, science is. Facts.’

‘Reallyyyyy? So a 20 yr old boy lacks psychological maturity, but somehow that’s not a problem when he fucks half the world with impunity? What does science say about that? No disadvantage there?’

Jude’s mouth opened and closed like a fish, still trying to process how his attempted humour had backfired in about 50,000 ways.

To his credit, he recovered fast.

‘See? A smart person would not have walked into that hole like I did. Exhibit A of how dumb I am. This just proves my point.’

‘How come the world fawns over your intelligence & maturity then?

‘They don’t know me. It’s a scam. Trent says I should still be in diapers. He said that to Jobe once & the little scoundrel agreed.'

He had done it again. Pacified her without her even realising. Yeah, she wasn’t buying the dumb act. This boy knew his power & used it unabashedly, to his full advantage.

It was 1 am. She yawned while checking the time & Jude suddenly got hit by pangs of guilt.

He would let her go soon, just needed to hear one thing.

‘We ok? 

He barely blinked till she responded.

‘I guess so.’

She shrugged, realising she wasn’t mad anymore.

He figured that’s the best he would get tonight. But soon, when they are together, he’ll make up for this mess.

It was time to let her get some well deserved rest.

Jude leaned in, eyes firmly locked into hers, and kissed his phone screen. He had never done that for another girl before. But this one, she made him do this twice in a span of 2 days.

She followed his movement closely, meeting his gaze. Somehow feeling his lips brush her skin. 

‘End my misery and meet me soon?’

She nodded, and he flashed her a trademark ear-to-ear Jude smile. Crinkling eyes n all. Making her heart leap in her chest. 

‘Now go, get some rest. And since you won’t let me come over, hug the flowers instead when you sleep tonight. You’ll feel me around.’

‘Bye Jude.’

‘Bye dove.’

Goes without saying, she did hug the flowers as she slept that night. 

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This chapter was very different in my head when I posted the previous one. But then, stuff happened the last few days & I felt like writing about it.

As always, would love to hear your thoughts / comments / feedback. Hope you are liking the story & these two, lots more to come :)

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1. If you felt like people in the past were very selfish in relationships including your parents, this person is the opposite. They don't have you around just cause they want your attention, they genuinely care about your feelings and interests. You'll actually be able to connect with this person without feeling like things need to be transactional. If you feel you struggle with this concept especially if you have a low self esteem, working it out will bring this relationship in much faster. There's also no rush, no lovebombing and then ghosting, or trying to get you to commit quickly. This person seems very reassured within themselves and they expect you to not abruptly ghost/leave them without communicating why. I'm listening to Sociopathic Dance Queen and Feel Complete (by Pink Panthress); this person is the opposite of the antagonists in these songs. I hate being really woo woo but everything will happen as it should within this relationship. Your lives might be a mess but this relationship might be the only stable/secure thing when you get into it. I'm mostly getting romantic vibes but this could be platonic as well, although it will most likely start as a friendship and progress.

2. The cards were flying out so you either have a lot happening in your life rn and I'm getting for most of you, several healthy relationships will come in at the same time. If you're monogamous, you'll have several healthy options to choose from; if not, get ready to be to busy. You'll at least have a really good friend. I'm getting that with all of these people you are able to be vulnerable and specifically you're able to share interests especially if they're niche. Many or most of these relationships will last for a long time even if you do walk away from them at some point. If you're spiritual or religious your either going to meet someone who challenges your religious beliefs, particularly those that are restrictive or oppressive. They are not an atheist, they could actually be in the same religion as you but the are more self-assured and self-sufficient. If you're someone who often relies on the universe or a higher power to do things for you or to make them come your way, this person is going to force you out of that mindset. I'm specifically getting this will happen because you don't want to lose them and you'll see this mindset isn't actually working for you. They let you know it's ok to chase sometimes, especially when it comes to your own personal goals. This is specifically coming from that longterm friend I was getting at the beginning. I'm not really getting romance still, so love might be on the backburner for awhile.

3. I'm strongly getting this is a healthy s€xua1 relationship. It's not even a situationship tbh; you could be learning from a dominatrix or shibari master or maybe you pay to have that experience one day. I'm getting this might sound outlandish for some of you but a few of you are from pile 2 and this might come randomly or you might decide to do it on a whim. This person is very attractive and they take their job or interest seriously. They genuinely want you to feel comfortable and enjoy yourself. Especially if you are a s£x worker, this is someone you go out of your way to see orrr it's a new romantic partner. The emphasis may still be on s€x especially if you do OF, they'll probably help out, but they actually still have a personality and you can get along with them. I'm specifically getting a femme woman, or someone just who's afab but not super masculine. They are very sweet and attentive during play and have good aftercare. If this person does something you don't like, they'll listen to you without complaint. Even if this is a man, they are genuinely experienced and not weirdly misogynistic or abusive in any way. Boundaries are realllyy important to this person. They're just really good at creating a safe space.

4. Money, Money, Money by ABBA came up; this person will most definitely take care of you financially even if they are just a friend. I'm actually getting for some you, your get to get someone from a species that almost extinct: a man who treats you and is perfectly fine with just being friends NO S£X OR NUN in return🤯 this might make you attracted romantically to this person but I'm getting they could actually be married (they could be gay or queer in some way too) or they're just not interested in your romantically/sexually and just want to be besties. If you have anyyy health issues including paying medical bills they will help you out without a second thought. Some of you might unfortunately be in a situation where you get very hurt, like a car accident or sum, and this person is the first to visit you. They view as someone self-sufficient and extremely independent so they never get scared that you'll start to rely on them or leech off of them. Both of your goals and morals align especially if you have alternative politics (not conservative but extreme left, marxism, socialism, anarchism, etc.) and you'll be able to talk and debate without feeling like your friendship will fall apart. If this is someone that is romantically attracted to your gender, I really don't think they'll entertain the idea of dating you and even dating in general until much later in your friendship.

5. Right off the bat your most probably going tobget married if not, you'll be roommates for a very long time. This could honestly be a QPP for few of you, the rest I'll think you'll have a family with this person if you're interested. Even if you know for sure you don't want to get married, you will treat this person as if they are your spouse. You might've felt drained at the idea of a family or maybe yours and other ppl's was very chaotic to be in, but you'll genuinely feel like you can do it with this person without it being a risk for getting retraumatized. You might travel a lot with this person or live in a very nature filled area. I'm not getting much so I guess you don't really need to know more and I'm really getting this will be a surprise anyway, even at each stage of the relationship, you never expected to feel so emotionally secure with someone else constantly on your mind.

6. You might be connected to pile 4 or drawn to it. This is someone very new, as in you've never met anyone like them before. They either have a very unique appearance they put effort in or they really surpsie you with how deep they're personality and thoughts are. I'm getting for a lot of you, you might think this person is probably just annoying middle-aged person (😭) specifically man but then your talk and you're like woahh I was not expecting that. Their voice might not fit they're appearance either; they could have an extremely deep voice but be average height in whichever country they're from or their voices are quite animated even though their appearance might make them look gloomly or uninteresting (damn you guys are flaming this person during your first impression of them 😭😭) They point out a lot of things you don't notice or just know random facts that are helpful. They could even be a polyglot and travel a lot. However, this person is very stable in they're life, they feel ok at they're job or have a very specific idea of what they want to do with their career. If you end up working together, they are much more helpful than you anticipated. I'm getting for a lot you they aren't nice or super polite but they are very kind and generous. Like they don't smile much but ask them a question and you'll get a succinct answer. (Ughh this is my type 😩) They're very real and I love people like this cause they are genuine in wanting to help you and you don't have to constantly decipher they're words especially in a corporate context. There will definitely be an age gap and possible height gap. They could be almost 10 yrs older than you but you somehow have a lot in common although they are definitely not immature. I don't think they dated a lot or they had one really long relationship that they got out of when they met you.

[onigiri-yuuta]

Movie Night with (some of) the JJK guys!

Featuring! : Gojo Satoru, Yūji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Toge Inumaki, Yūta Okkotsu

Note! : Hi guys I had this idea in bed last night :P I hope you guys like this! Sorry for not including the older guys (except gojo) I literally do not know what to write for them :( Ignore grammar mistakes, my English is dying these days <3

Gojo Satoru

I feel like he's gonna be SUPER annoying.

Keeps on talking throughout the movie.

Passes comments on how the the protagonist could've done something else in the respective scene, or how they should've acted in some situation.

Scoffs when something bad happens saying everyone saw it coming.

Pretends to be the greatest movie critic out there.

Absolutely says he could've done a better job.

Asks you what you think about him being an actor.

Has huge jumpscares during horror movies but totally acts cool about it.

But he cannot escape your teasing after he actually screeches like a banshee.

Finishes whatever snack you choose for yourself after he finishes his.

Gojo also devours the whole popcorn bowl while ranting on about how bad the movie is.

Will tell you that your taste in movies sucks, and then laugh.

May or may not stop if you glare at him <3

Yūji Itadori

He's a sweetheart okay :(((

Since he's watched basically every movie ever, poor baby has a hard time not spoiling it for you.

You're sitting there biting your nails in anticipation, and then out of nowhere Yūji is like "Is it the part where…" and that makes you want to pull your hair out.

Is genuinely sorry for spoiling the movie for you, but you sigh and tell him it's okay as long as it won't happen again.

It happens again <3

Though a rare occurrence, if it's a movie he hasn't watched yet, he'd be super invested.

Like he's so quiet you forget he's beside you.

Unintentionally eats all your snacks in the heat of the moment and only realises it when he puts his hand in the bowl and grabs nothing.

Is sincerely sorry again.

Offers to go make you snacks, or sprint to the other end of the city to bring you whatever he chowed down.

You assure him it's fine <3.

Oh also, if the movie has a sequel (or if you're watching some drama with him), he totally convinces you to watch the next one.

Binge watches everything with you until the both of you notice the sunlight peeping out from the closed blinds.

Feels bad about making you stay up all night, but it's okay as long as you tell him it's fine!

Megumi Fushiguro

Super quiet throughout the movie.

You have to check on him to make sure he isn't asleep, but you find his eyes glued to the screen, extremely concentrated.

Though he does occasionally share his thoughts on the scene with you.

Is actually the one who prepared the snacks beforehand (because he knows everything about you <3).

Will share his snack with you if you keep on staring at whatever he has in his hand.

If you ask him to bring you something from the kitchen, it'll take some convincing.

Though when he gives in, he asks you to stop the movie and not watch it while he's gone.

Even though it's literally a few seconds, he thinks anything crucial to the plot could happen.

I think if he's too interested, he'd ask you to play the sequel/next episode.

Unlike Yūji though, he stops after a few episodes because he starts feeling tired.

Convinces you to go to sleep as well saying he'll watch the rest with you later.

Toge Inumaki

OKAY SO!

You decide to watch some horror movie with him.

Scoffs and acts like the bravest human being out there.

Claims he's played Silent Hills and FNAF, so nothing scares him now.

That's a big fat lie.

Is clinging on to you throughout the movie.

Has the biggest jumpscare when something pops up unexpectedly.

You get scared too, but when you realise his reaction you burst out laughing.

Whines when you tease him about it, but it's just SO funny.

If you're watching something normal, he's going to note down points he wants to discuss with you later.

Or just notes down his review of the movie.

Also eats up everything and is not sorry about it.

Though if you get upset he apologises and quickly runs to the kitchen and brings everything he finds.

Like Yūji, makes you watch every season or every sequel till morning.

Again, is absolutely not sorry about making you stay up the whole night.

Thinks it was totally worth it.

Offers to cuddles you to sleep, but you tell him you aren't used to this "gamer" routine.

Gets offended and goes to sleep without you <33

Just kidding!! Or am I?

Makes it up to you by doing your chores for the day.

Might also bring you a small gift since he feels bad for messing up your routine.

You tell him it's fine but still he promises cuddles to help you sleep even better!

He's a troll but he's a sweet guy <3

Yūta Okkotsu

Another sweetheart :((

You should make him watch Studio Ghibli movies with you.

It's either that he'll cry eventually, or he'll love them so much, he's going to ask you to watch them with him ten thousand times.

But anyways!

Asks SO many questions.

Thinks that his questions are bothering you, but you tell him it's fine because if he doesn't ask, he won't understand what's happening.

If you're watching some suspense movie, he's going to get so frustrated.

Has his arms crossed and his gaze is fixed on whatever is happening inside the screen.

Is totally bewildered when something he didn't expect happens.

Like his jaw literally drops and turns to look at you in shock.

You think it's cute <3

Unfazed by horror movies, Rika had scared him enough for him to be like this <3

Takes mental notes if you're watching something romantic.

He sees the most corniest thing and then thinks that he should try it out with you someday.

Aww that's so sweet <3

Barely eats anything throughout the session.

Only eats when you offer him something because he'd forgotten about the snacks.

Yes I love him okay bye <3

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

The Naughty Nanny Chapter 4

Summary:  Bucky had a lovechild from a one night stand.  He barely even remembered it, and was surprised to find a baby on his doorstep 9 months later.  But one look at that little girl and he knew she was his and that he’d die for her.  The only problem was, he knew nothing about babies, and being an Avenger meant he couldn’t just drop everything and be a dad full time.  Then he found the perfect nanny…or so he thought.

**In this universe Steve never left, Tony never died.** **curvy reader** Warnings: talk of sexual harassment, unwanted/non-consensual touching/sexual assault, eventual smut

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Bucky woke up feeling groggy but well rested.  He turned to his nightstand and picked up his phone.  The time read 9:34 and he darted up.  Winnie hadn’t made a peep all night as far as he could tell.  Was she okay?  He lurched out of bed and sprang into the living room, looking around for Winnie then paused at the sight in front of him.  Y/N was cooking breakfast in the kitchen with Winnie in the bouncer next to her.  Music was playing and Y/N was singing along, turning to Winnie and dancing next to her, making Winnie laugh and screech as she watched Y/N.  Bucky smiled fondly as he tried to even out his breathing.

“G’morning,” he called out over the music.

Y/N turned quickly and looked at him in surprise then smiled.  Winnie looked toward him and clapped her hands together, her breaths coming out in excited pants.  “Good morning, Bucky,” Y/N greeted him.  “I’m making pancakes, you want some?”  

“That sounds amazing,” he said, smiling back at her.  He walked over to Winnie and picked her up out of the bouncer.  “Good morning, sweet girl.  How did she do last night?”  He turned to Y/N who was plating some pancakes and eggs.

“She woke up a couple of times, once at about midnight and again at almost four, just to eat, but otherwise she was awesome,” Y/N replied as she turned toward him and slid the plate to him.  “We were just having a dance party.”

“You did so good, Winnie!”  Bucky said excitedly and tickled Winnie’s tummy, making her giggle.  “I’m just glad she didn’t keep you up all night.”

“At her age it’s pretty common to have a sleep regression,” Y/N answered and reached out for Winnie, who happily obliged to go move into her arms.  “She could be going through a growth spurt, or maybe it’s this tooth you have coming in!”  She poked at Winnie’s mouth and Winnie opened her mouth wide in a laugh.

“A tooth?”  Bucky leaned in and thumbed at Winnie’s lip.  Sure enough, there was a tiny white tooth starting to poke through her gums on her lower gum line.  “My god, you’re getting too big too fast.”  

Y/N chuckled then gestured to his plate.  “You go ahead and eat, I’m getting her plate ready.”

“I can help,” Bucky suggested.

“No no, you go ahead,” Y/N shooed him away and turned back to Winnie’s high chair, placing her in it and buckling her in.  She pushed the high chair over to the table where Bucky moved to and then went back to the counter finishing Winnie’s plate.  “How did you sleep?”

“Better than I have in a long time,” Bucky sighed happily as he took a bite of pancake.  He groaned at the taste.  “Wow, this is delicious.  Thank you.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Y/N grinned as she brought Winnie’s plate over.  It was a small portion of cut up pancake, bananas and strawberries that Winnie gleefully started to grab and shove in her mouth.  “It’s an old sourdough recipe from my grandma.  Makes the pancakes thinner, but that means you can eat a lot more,” she pinched Winnie’s cheek lightly and went back to grab her own plate.  

“Sourdough pancakes.  Interesting,” Bucky mused as he chowed down on the small stack she gave him.  He finished way too quickly and went back for seconds and thirds.

“Jesus, that super soldier serum is no joke,” Y/N laughed when he sat down for a third time as she was just finishing her plate.

“Honestly,” Bucky sighed as he stuffed his mouth.  “Sometimes it feels like I’ll never get full.”

“That sounds frustrating,” Y/N said empathetically.

“It can be.  It is what it is,” Bucky mumbled around another bite.  

Y/N gave him a sad smile then focused back on Winnie, wiping her mouth with a wet washcloth.  “There’s a message for you.”

Bucky looked at her then up at the ceiling.  “Friday?”

“Good morning Sergeant Barnes.  There is one message for you from Steve Rogers.”

“Play it, please,” Bucky instructed as he looked back down at his plate and finished the pancakes.

“Hey pal, hope all went well last night!  Hi nanny Y/N!  When you get a chance could you meet me in the conference room?  See you soon.”

Bucky groaned and turned to Y/N.  “Would you be okay to keep her for a bit longer while I go handle this?”

“No problem,” Y/N said.  “We’re just gonna clean up and take a bath!” Winnie babbled at Y/N smiling at her.  

“Alright, thanks,” Bucky said.  He cleaned up his plate and helped do some of the dishes, then got ready and went down to meet Steve.  When he entered the conference room Steve was looking at a screen with multiple tabs going.  “Hey punk,” Bucky greeted him.

“Hey,” Steve said, smiling towards him.  “How did last night go?”

“She was great,” Bucky said.  “I don’t think I’ve had that good of a night of sleep since…well ever, really.”

“Good,” Steve said.  “I hate to burst your bubble, but something’s come up.”  After they spoke a little more about a game plan for a new mission Bucky went back up to his suite.  When he opened the door he saw Y/N and Winnie on the couch sleeping.  It was about time for Winnie’s first nap so he wasn’t surprised, but he couldn’t stop staring at Y/N holding her.  Winnie fit perfectly on Y/N’s chest that rose and fell slowly as she breathed.  Her hands were wrapped protectively around Winnie in a way that would make it so she wouldn’t fall, and her eyes fluttered every now and then as she dreamed.  He’d thought she was beautiful when he first saw her, but even more so now as she held his baby and was so loving towards her.  

He smiled and quietly closed the door before walking over to them.  He kneeled down and softly reached up to touch Winnie’s cheek then softly shook Y/N’s hand closest to him to wake her up.  She hummed and slowly opened her eyes, blinking at him.  “Oh, hey Buck,” she yawned and tried to sit up without waking Winnie.

“Hey, I’m sorry that took so long,” he whispered.

“It’s okay,” Y/N said as she held Winnie close and twisted so she could transfer her over to Bucky.  He wrapped his arms around Winnie and held her close to his chest as she squirmed, trying to keep her asleep for a little longer.  “She was perfect.  Got her bathed and changed.”

“Thank you,” Bucky said appreciatively.  “You can take a break if you want.”

“Sure,” Y/N nodded and he backed away to give her room to stand.  “I hope your meeting went well?”

“Oh, uh, yeah,” Bucky answered.  “It was fine, just a new mission coming up soon.”

“Hm,” she hummed again.  “Well, I’ll just be in my room for a bit.  Holler if you need me.”

“Will do,” he grinned.  She gave him one last smile as she walked down the hall to her door.  He looked down at Winnie, a frown forming on his face.  His first mission pulling him away from his baby.  It seemed pretty standard, routine even, but one could never tell how these things were going to go.  He held her a little tighter as he tried to mentally prepare himself.

***

Get your ass back here NOW.

You can’t just quit.  You’re my one fat dancer.  The fetish dudes pay good money for you.

You fucking bitch.  You’ll regret this. Y/N sighed at the barrage of texts.  The burlesque club owner, Wilson Fisk, also known as the Kingpin, had made his intentions with her clear from the moment he’d bought the club out from the previous owner, and she had wanted no part of it, or him.  The rumors flew about his underground dealings, and she was the only one rebelling against him and his manipulative tactics.  She knew he wouldn’t let it go, but she felt safe in the Avengers compound.  She blocked the new number he texted her with again and silenced it.

@angelbabyyy99 @capswife @julvrs @bellabarnes1378 @mega-kittyglitter-1 @buckitostan @mostlymarvelgirl @drdbnkl2008 @wintrsoldrluvr @danzer8705

[jobean12-blog]

Finding Home (10)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Animal Rescue AU)

Word Count: 1,887

Summary: You and Bucky make a big decision and you're overwhelmed with happiness... for everything.

Author's Note: So this is the final chapter for my Finding Home story with Animal rescue!Bucky! I'm sorry it took me so long to get to this but then the Buck's and Noble server Summer Send Off Event gave me a great idea (using the song September, by Earth, Wind and Fire-listen HERE) on how to end it and my sweet friend @newgirlintheneighborhood sent me THIS great post that just made it all come together. Thank you all for the inspo. You can definitely read this as a stand alone but I will give you a few little bits of info just in case:

-Bucky and Sam own an animal resuce called Shelter to Soldier which helps rescue animals find homes with veterans (and everyone else too)

-Reader first saw Bucky when he was walking Alpine on a leash down the streets of the city

-Bucky has his metal arm in this AU since he's a war hero/veteran and he's come a long way both by himself (with Sam's help) and with reader in their relationship

-He rescued the dog Winter (mentioned in this story) and he's a white German Shepard with three legs (he's a war vet too)

-Bucky rescued Alpine from the streets and the cat has been a big help during his rehab

-This part takes place about 2.5 years after reader and Bucky have met

Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics Thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: lots of super soft and sweet fluffs, LotR references, the animals and kisses!

Finding Home Masterlist

The morning light peeks through the thin curtains of your bedroom, warming and illuminating your skin. You slowly open your eyes and see Bucky’s soft profile, his eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly with his even breathing. Winter is at the base of the bed, keeping your feet warm, and Alpine is perched atop the spare pillow on Bucky’s other side.

The moment you shift your feet you hear the thump of Winter’s large white tail and then feel him rise up and do a big downward dog stretch.

“Oh big stretch Winter,” you coo quietly, giggling as you watch him try to tentatively hop over Bucky’s body to get closer.

Alpine lifts his head and blinks at you several times then seems to glare at the dog who is still desperately trying to find a place to settle between your body and Bucky’s.

Bucky starts to move, his long legs tangling even more with yours as he wraps you up and curls you into his bare chest. Winter finally finds a suitable spot next to Bucky, the dog’s big white body pressed into his side and his tail still thumping on the bed.  

“Mornin’ doll face,” Bucky mumbles as he nuzzles your neck.

Winter let’s out a small whine and pushes his wet nose into Bucky’s skin while Alpine paws at the top of Bucky’s head.

“And mornin’ to you two fuzzballs,” he adds, peeping one eye open to survey the bed.

The moment he locks eyes with Winter, the dog scoots closer like a worm and starts to nose his shoulder. Alpine promptly joins in by chasing the glittering rays of sunshine that dance along Bucky’s metal arm every time the breeze blows through the curtains.

“It’s a party already,” Bucky chuckles.

He pulls you impossibly closer and hums into your skin, placing a soft kiss under your ear.

“Morning baby,” you whisper, inhaling his scent.

Winter, apparently unhappy with the possibility of you two going back to sleep, starts to lick Bucky’s cheek and cover it with kisses. Bucky’s large hand lands on Winter’s head and he scratches him before lightly giving him a shove.

“Winter, down boy,” he says. “I’m busy.”

Winter doesn’t give up, only shimmying closer and becoming more determined in his quest for kisses. You sit up and take in the scene, smiling widely when Alpine starts to bat at a piece of Bucky’s long hair that’s laid out across the pillow.

Without warning you lean down and press a big kiss to Bucky’s other cheek. The corners of his eyes crinkle with his smile and you continue to pepper his skin with kisses, hitting every spot you can find.

Winter seems to catch on as his tail swishes faster and he keeps up his licks on Bucky’s other cheek. Your lips trail along Bucky’s jaw, then you nibble his ear, then move back down and cover the whole side of his face with more kisses, catching the corner of his mouth before doing it all over again.

“Best. Morning. Ever,” he sighs.

After several more wet kisses from Winter and sweet ones from you, and even a few paw bats from Alpine, Bucky slips free and flips you over onto your back, dislodging everyone in a heap of blankets and pillows.

“Oops,” he says sweetly, but there’s mischief dancing in his eyes. “My turn!”

He pins you down with his body and proceeds to smother you with feather light kisses on every inch of skin he can find. You arch into him, wiggling beneath his body which makes him rumble with pleasure.

His kisses become slower as he moves along your neck and when he reaches your lips he hovers just above them as he stares into your eyes.

He brushes his nose to yours and presses a kiss to your mouth before slowly rocking his hips.

You moan out his name and nibble his lip before pulling away.

“What?” he pouts. “I was just getting started on having you naked.”

You smile against his lips. “I have an idea for a wedding date.”

His pout disappears as happiness takes over his expression.

“I’m listening doll,” he says, but continues to place butterfly kisses along your face.

“So we had talked about Fall and I was thinking September might be nice. Not too cold but hopefully not too hot if we do it toward the end and there’s a special date that would be perfect.”

“Still listening,” he hums as his lips graze your collarbone. “Which date?”

“How about September 22nd.”

He stills, his lips still pressed to your skin. “I know that date,” he muses, finally lifting his head to meet your eyes. 

You nod with a giggle.

“It’s Bilbo and Frodo’s birthday!” he says excitedly. “That is perfect!”

“YAY!!!” you squeal, doing a dance under him.  

He sits up and pulls you into his lap.

“I can’t wait doll,” he whispers.

“Me either Bucky.”

“We just need to find the perfect spot.”

“Exactly.”

You both sit in comfortable and cuddled silence for a few moments before he breaks it.

“What about in Central Park? I bet there’s a tree we could find that’s big like the party tree in the Shire!”

“You’re such a dork and I love you.”

He beams at that but before he can get you under him again, Winter has nosed his way between you two, impatiently asking for love too.

“Alpine and Winter are coming to the wedding of course,” you add.

“Of course doll,” Bucky says. “Besides, I think they would be like Merry and Pippin and invite themselves anyway.”

You bury your head in his chest and laugh.

“So September 22nd is our day,” you whisper, toying with his dog tag.

“September 22nd,” he echoes.

He’s just about to kiss you when your eyes go wide and you yell out, “OH! And we can play that song at the wedding and on every anniversary…you know the one by uh…um…it goes ‘do you remember…’.”

He studies you, waiting for you to think of more.

“Is this a song from Lord of the Rings?” he asks, looking confused.

“No, no, it’s by…OH MY GOD Bucky, it’s an older song…”

As you start to recall the lyrics you sing them and shake your body to the rhythm.

His face brightens in recognition and he grabs his phone, typing quickly into Google.

“Got it,” he chimes just before ‘September’ by Earth, Wind and Fire, starts to play.

You both start to sing along and Winter begins howling with his pack, much to the dismay of Alpine who seems to want to disappear into the pillow.

“Wait!” Bucky says, pausing the song. “Don’t they say the 21st night of September?”

He clicks on the lyrics and rewinds the song, singing along as he reads. “Yep they do!”

“But that’s not Hobbit day!” you say.

“We’re definitely sticking with the 22nd baby doll. It’s perfect.”

In a fit of excitement you curl into Bucky’s arms and kiss him all over. Winter takes the opportunity to smash himself under Bucky’s arm and even Alpine saunters over to join in the happy cuddle pile.

~September 21st of the next year~

“You need…”

Those are the only words you get out before Bucky’s mouth is on you again, your body pressed into the wall and his hands wandering under your shirt.

“Bucky,” you gasp, gently pushing on his chest. “You need to go. Nat will be here soon and then we’ll never hear the end of it!”

He pulls away slightly but lifts his arms so he can plant both his hands along the wall on either side of your head, caging you in.

“I don’t wanna,” he whines. “This is the last night before you’re officially my wife and I want to make it count.”

“We spent all day making it count,” you giggle, grabbing his shirt and pulling his mouth back to yours.

Your fingertips trace the broad width of his shoulders before delving into the hair that hangs loosely at the nape of his neck.

“Thought I needed to go doll face,” he smirks against your lips in between kisses.

His metal fingers dance along your skin, inching higher until he’s toying with the little boy in the center of your bra.

“I should never have agreed to this girls night,” you pout.

He nibbles on your extended bottom lip before deftly unhooking the clasp of your bra.

“Now who’s whining,” he teases.

“Buck!” you squeak. “Fix that!”

“Well, lemme see here,” he starts with a grin before he lifts your shirt so he can stick his head under it.

Instead of fixing your bra he kisses your skin as he loosens the silky fabric more.

“BUCKY!” you admonish playfully as you try and push his head out. “You’re stretching out my shirt!”

“It’s my shirt,” he says from inside, his voice muffled.

There’s a loud knock on the door followed by Nat’s excited shouting.

“Shit,” you grumble. “Shit, shit.”

Bucky reluctantly pulls his head free but not before he has you pinned to the wall again and he quiets any of your protests with his kiss.

When he pulls away you’re breathless and flustered.

“I’m going out the fire escape,” he says with a wink.

“What?!? You can’t do that!” you whisper shout.

“Better than getting yelled at!” he says as he grabs your hand and rushes into your bedroom and to the window.

He opens it and then turns back to you, pulling you into his arms and kissing you breathless all over again.

“I love you. More than anything. And I can’t wait to marry you.”

“I love you the most Bucky. I can’t wait either.”

With one more kiss he slips out the window and starts to climb down. The banging on the door becomes louder but you can’t tear your eyes away from him.

“Give Alpine and Winter kisses for me!” you shout down to him. “And Sam too!”

You giggle when Bucky gives you a scowl.

“Sam will be lucky if I don’t punch him,” Bucky jokes. “And don’t worry, I’ll make sure the babies are well loved and ready for tomorrow!”

Once he safely reaches the ground he looks back up and blows you a kiss, mouthing ‘I love you,’ before running down the street toward Sam’s apartment.

You watch until he’s out of sight then rush to the door and open it.

“It’s about time!” Nat screeches. “Is he here!?!”

“NO!” you say and throw up your hands in surrender. “It’s just us girls. Not even Alpine and Winter are here!”

She pushes past you and looks around suspiciously.

After a thorough inspection she turns back your way, one eyebrow lifting to her hairline.

“WHAT!?” you ask, going to cross your arms over your chest.

You stop mid gesture, realizing your bra is still unhooked and hanging off you under your shirt.

Nat stares at you and you stare back but it only lasts a few seconds before you both burst into laughter.

Once you’re calm again, Nat asks, “he just left didn’t he?”

“Down the fire escape,” you giggle.

“I knew he was perfect from the moment we saw him walking Alpine across the street,” she states with a warm smile.

“Me too,” you reply dreamily. “Me too.”

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[totallyradicalmucky]

Storytime (fluff)

Once again I have written this POS at like 2am. So it’s probably completely incomprehensible, but fuck it we ball. There’s not enough ATHF fics anyways.

Shake strained, gripping the door as tightly as he could. Gritting his teeth to nullify his voice, which hardly could qualify as a whisper like he thought it would.

“How. Long. Is he going to just lie there?”

“Quiet boy. He..he said that the doctor said that he needed to get some rest. And ..so we had to be quiet..so- so that. He could get some rest.”

Meatwad looked into the darkened room, standing just underneath Shake to peer in aswell- he lurches back when Shake closes the door suddenly. His face marginally darker, looking angry as usual. If he could cross a pair of arms he would.

“Well- I’m tired of waiting. I’m hungry. And..I’m bored. There’s nothing on the TV. Who’s gonna read ME- a story? Huh? Not you. What’s uh- How long until Frylock gets better?”

The milkshakes tone broke for just a moment, looking at Frylock’s plain door with a pout. Almost upset. Meatwad just stared up at Shake confused by the rapid change in emotion and replied as honestly he could.

“I dunno...uh..Why don’t we go ask Carl? He can read us a story. That boy got all kinda cool stuff.”

Shake seemed to immediately lighten up at the mention of their neighbor. Almost going to yell something, but forcing himself not to in almost a strain. He made his way outside to the lawn, Meatwad in tow. Quietly rolling along as they “walked” to Carls front door and obsessively knocked on it.

“God. How could I forget! Carl- oh great gods Carl. My one true neighbor, Carl! How does one spend a day without CARL. COME OUT HERE!”

He eventually answered, aggravated like always. Shake equally so since the jersey man had taken so long. Carl’s hands on his hips, he sighed as he was ready for whatever they wanted to drag him into for today.

“Whaddya want.”

Meatwad was the first to pipe up. Especially since Shake was too focused on trying to explode Carl with his mind. The stink eye from the cup really having no effect on the human.

“Frylock’s takin’ a nap cuz the uh, the doctor said he’s uh sick so.. he can’t read us a story.”

Carl looked throughly unimpressed, suppressing a snort.

“So..ya want me. To read you guys..a story?”

In unison, they both agreed, multiple times. Then they started to beg, overshadowing what Carl had to say afterwards until he started to quiet the two food items.

“Now, now, I’m not reading anything until- well uh- I’m not reading in the first place! let’s just get that out of the way. But uh-either way. What does Fryman even have? Like uh what’s he sick with?”

The two talked amongst eachother for a moment, with Carl standing there idly. Shake takes a deep breath and moves forward onto the man’s concrete step, looking Carl deep in the eyes.

“…We don’t really know.”

“WHADDYA MEAN YOU DONT KNOW?”

The cup shrugs. Carl pinches the bridge of his nose, frustrated as he caves in. Moving the two out of the way so he can make his way to the side window of their house, having memorized which window leads to what room at this point. Peeping in on Frylock’s room while the two scramble up next to him, not caring much about personal space. Testing Carl’s patience.

“You think he’s got some super mega virus? It would explain his behavior..and why he’s always been so mean.”

“Yeah, mean to you son. Cause…cause you’re a loser.”

“Do you hear this …slander- Carl? I think Frylock got to him. We may have to put him down”

“What! NO!”

Carl shoves the both of them away from the window. Turning to lean against the house’s wall.

“Shuddup. What did the uh.. doctor- tell you? And dont touch me. I don’t know if whateva yous two got there is contagious.”

Shake rolls his eyes, annoyed by the question.

“Doctors are hacks! They scammed us. He was in there for a few minutes, and he came out only for them to tell us he was cold. You don’t need a doctor to tell you that, and-“

Meatwad looks between the two, watching Carl slowly get up and leave to his house and Shake continue confidently ranting to the wall. The Jersey man rifled through a cabinet until he found his cold medicine, causally walking into the always-unlocked front door of his neighbor’s house. Meatwad rolling in behind him as he was about to enter Frylock’s room.

“What’re you doin.”

“Oh. Uh, delivering some medication from the doctor to your friend here.”

“We can’t afford no medication.”

“The uh- medication fairy brought it. Yeah.”

“Boy I know there ain’t no medication fairy. Don’t play around with me, and give it to me straight.”

“I am ..going to give Fryman some medication..from my house. So that yous, and cup out there- leave me alone. Okay?”

“Oh well that’s real sweet of you Carl, thank you.”

The man grimaced at the meatball before slipping into Frylock’s room to flick him awake. Having second thoughts about giving the weird food guy his medication, but these go away as soon as he hears the dry “thank you” come from his throat. Mumbling a “don’t mention it” himself and exiting quickly, but not before pointing out Shake. Who was staring worriedly through the window and scampered away as soon as Frylock looked over.

They all sat in the living room. Frylock still resting quietly in his room, Carl for some reason ..still hanging around. Meatwad spoke up again, as always.

“So..when he wakes up, does uh..does that mean he’s gonna be all better then?”

“Nah, a cold usually takes a couple days to get betta from. But with this crap? Oh he’ll be a new Fryman in like, 3 days max.”

“Three days is still too looooonggg Carl I can’t survive without being read stories…my stories ohhh my stories….Carl.”

“We dunno how t’ cook either.”

“That too. That’s a… good point actually. I do know how to make lasagna..but that’s really it.”

Carl covers his face with his hands. Even though he knows he’ll stay anyways and have sorta a good time, these guys are fuckin idiots. He wonders where they even keep their books..if they even have them. Just to pass the time till Fryman gets up.

[lemonxdaisybby]

Waking up in the morning with Ichigang peeps as their s/o

SFW/NSFW are ok

Hello! Thank you for the ask 💕

I’ve been playing Infinite Wealth, so included Tomi in this too because he is a cutie patootie, and needs some love.

Ichiban:

Waking up with Ichiban would be like waking up next to a ray of sunshine.

Well, maybe not at first, as you would actually wake up before him, and he would be snoring away still. However, once he does wake up he’s going to greet you with the biggest grin ever. Every single day. No matter how long you two have been together for, waking up next to you just makes this man so damn happy.

Even though he almost always wakes up after you, and also can’t cook very well, he would still offer to make you a basic breakfast or a coffee.

Loves it when you choose to stay in bed with him for extra cuddles. He would just kind of wrap his arms and legs around you, almost like a koala, and would close his eyes happily as he snuggles in to you.

Nanba:

He has the fluffiest, cutest case of bed-head you have ever seen. It would look like a little bird has nested on his head. He is also a cutie without his glasses, and would be squinting so hard as he can’t see shit.

He loves to sleep in, and is rarely up early if he can help it. He’d love it if you chose to sleep in with him too, and there’d be absolutely no rush to get out of bed.

If he is ever dragged out of bed early, just know that he is not a morning person at all. He would be super grumpy, and everyone would have to listen to him complaining.

Nanba is a big fan of sleepy morning sex. It would be very lighthearted, slow and lazy, as the two of you would still feel half asleep, but it would be very cosy and sweet nonetheless.

Adachi:

Adachi is an early riser, and can’t lie in bed for too long in the morning as he would get a bad back (poor old man). This means morning cuddles would either be very short-lived, or would be non-existent.

If you are also an early riser and happen to wake around the same time, Adachi may just ask you for a quickie, to start the day off on a good note.

He is actually quite cheerful of a morning, especially waking up next you. He’d just feel so content, ready to start a fresh new day with you by his side.

He would absolutely adore it if you made him breakfast. Little domestic things like that would just make him feel all warm and fuzzy. He might try and return the favour occasionally, but he’s not the best cook, and it would be something very simple and quick to make.

Saeko:

Saeko is not a morning person. Don’t speak to her before she’s had her morning coffee, otherwise she is very grumpy.

She would have some pretty cute bed-head going on. Like some parts would just be defying gravity, sticking straight up in odd directions. If you pointed this out, she would immediately place a pillow over her hair, grumbling as she glowers at you from underneath the pillow. She is not amused by your teasing.

Saeko would definitely have a full on beauty routine to follow each morning, and would love it if you had one to match. She’d find it so cute if you both had matching fluffy bathrobes and makeup headbands (the ones with the little bow on top), and you would both carry out your morning skincare or makeup routine together. It would almost feel like a little spa morning.

Seonhee:

Seonhee is a busy woman, and would try her best to be up fairly early in the morning, however this would not always be the case.

On days where she is up before you, she would bring you a cup of coffee and probably wake you up to let you know she’s about to leave and get started for the day. She would give you a forehead kiss before leaving.

She’s not a huge cuddler, and tends to prefer a bit of space when sleeping, but on days where she sleeps in late, she would love to just spend the morning tangled under the covers with you, just peacefully chatting about anything and everything.

Probably has the most amazing, sexiest morning voice ever. It would just be so low and husky, and would send a shiver down your spine.

Joon-Gi:

Joon-Gi would be awake well before you. He never sleeps in late, and has probably already done a full beauty regime, showered, and gotten fully dressed by the time you wake up.

He’d just be sat chilling on the bed beside you. Not necessarily watching you sleep, but just patiently waiting for you to wake up. He’d want to be there to greet you, because you are his precious baby.

If you asked him, he would definitely crawl back under the covers to cuddle you. The first few times you ask this, he may feel a tiny bit shy, as it’s something quite new to him, but he likes cuddles, and is more than happy to oblige.

Would tease you if you woke up with bad bed-head or drool on your pillow. He would find it extremely funny, but also adorable. However, if you somehow woke up before him and caught him in a similar, messy state and teased him for it, he would pout and take great offence, heatedly denying it with a light blush dusting his cheeks.

Zhao:

Precious baby without his glasses.

He is a cuddle bug, and would not be happy when you make an attempt to get out of bed. He would just wrap his arms around you and pull you straight back into bed. No escape for you, you’re stuck in bed with him until he says otherwise.

Another one who would tease you for having a case of bed-head or for drooling. Also, if you were snoring during the night, just know he’s gonna bring that up too. He thinks you are just the cutest thing.

If Zhao wakes up feeling particularly horny, just know he’s going to grind that morning wood against your ass. He wouldn’t outright ask you for morning sex, but he is gonna tease and seduce you, until it’s just too much and you’re desperate for him.

He would make the best breakfasts, and would also try to make a variety of things each day, so you’re not starting the day off with the same food constantly.

Tomizawa:

Tomi would be a whiny baby when you attempt to get up out of bed, and leave him on his own. He would just sigh and complain, commenting on how cold the bed is now, and how empty it feels. Stay with him for a while longer please.

He would adore just lying in bed with you, sleeping in as late as possible, the sun peeking through the curtains and casting warm sun puddles on your skin. It would just feel so peaceful and cosy.

He’s not really a morning person, but mornings are definitely easier with you around.

If you woke before him, and decided to wake him up with a blowjob, he would think he’d died and gone to heaven. He’d be putty in your hands, and would be very chirpy and cheerful for the rest of the day.

[carlsdarling]

Could you write something where carl has always been super in love with the reader but she only starts paying attention to him after Beth’s death also can you include some smut once they get to Alexandria?

New friends & benefits

After losing your best friend Beth, you and Carl finally get closer and you show him your affection... Bit more of a plot, then sex. Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw, oral (male receiving)

Beth had been your best friend, you literally shared everything; you had been inseparable - especially during your time in prison. Your cells were next to each other, and you stayed up late chatting together. Sometimes you told each other creepy stories, or you played cards, you put make-up on each other and did each other's hair.

Carl kept trying to join you, but you always sent him away. Sometimes you were pretty mean to him, but he got on your nerves. He was a little younger than the two of you, and you didn't know what to do with him. Plus, he was always gawking at you and peeping at you, whatever you were doing.

Beth often made fun of that. "Carl has a crush on you, Y/N. He literally adores you," she giggled. She was probably right about that, but it wasn't something you were proud of.

Then the day came when the prison fell, Hershel died, and you fled to all points of the compass. Not only had Beth and you been lost to each other; you found yourself completely alone in the wilderness, fleeing from a pack of walkers that the Governor had let loose before he died.

For weeks you wandered around, lonely, starving and thirsty; you were not used to being alone. Shortly after the apocalypse started, you had ended up on Hershel's farm, following the death of your parents, and he had taken you in. The farm had been a relatively sheltered place. And now he was dead, and you had no idea where Beth had ended up. Or the others.

Finally, Daryl and Carol found you on the bank of a river, and you fell weeping into Carol's arms. You learned from Daryl that he had been with Beth for a while until she disappeared. Kidnapped. That's what he said, anyway. They were going to free her.

And then the horrible thing happened. Beth was killed, shot to death. You were paralyzed with grief when Carol told you, and you didn't really realize that you had found Rick's group again. You and Maggie shared your sorrow and your loss, you missed Beth and Hershel so terribly, and for a long time you shut yourself off from everyone else.

One evening, when Maggie was already asleep, you were sitting by the campfire, and Carl surprisingly joined you. You looked at him in amazement. It had been perhaps half a year since you had been separated, but you hardly recognized him. He had grown so much, tall and lanky he had become, and he had developed some beard growth. "I'm so sorry about Beth, Y/N," he said sympathetically, putting his hand on your shoulder. "I liked her, too. Even though you two never liked me." He laughed humorlessly.

"That's hardly true, Carl," you replied, "Thank you. It's just... you were so young. How old are you again?"

"Seventeen," he replied, tossing a branch into the fire. "No longer a child," he pointed out, eyeing you. When you didn't respond, he said goodbye and went to sleep.

One year later

A lot had happened in the interim. You had gotten to Alexandria, and Carl and you had become close buddies. You were really starting to like him. Then Carl lost his eye and tried to push you away; he withdrew from everyone, but you wouldn't let him throw away your friendship and persisted in seeking his company, even though he kept saying mean things to force you away. "I've already lost Beth," you said heatedly, picking up the plate and the ham sandwich. Carl had slammed both against the wall and yelled for you to leave, that he didn't want you around. "I'm not going to lose you, too, Carl. No way," you vowed.

"Look at me, Y/N!" he yelled. "I look terrible! I'm not worth it!" The bullet wound hadn't completely healed and his bandage was still a little bloody.

"How can you say such a thing?" you said, affected. "I don't give a damn what you look like. You are, and will always be, my best friend. Period."

Carl sadly fiddled with a pillow. "And... and what if I still want to be more than besties?" he mumbled, barely audible, avoiding eye contact with you. "You know I've always had a little bit of a crush on you."

You held your breath. Several times over the last few months you had imagined that there could be more between you and Carl, you never thought it possible, but you had fallen a tad in love with him, which embarrassed you, especially because you had rejected him for years. So you didn’t admit it to him, and you also thought he had lost interest in you. He seemed to get along well with Enid, too well. Carl‘s accident didn't change your feelings at all, you only cared about him even more. "I'd be happy about that, Carl," you said, gathering all your courage.

He stared at you. Carl possessed such beautiful eyes - or, rather, a beautiful eye. "Are you kidding me? Before the accident you didn't want to be with me, why now? I do not believe you.“

You decided to prove it to him, and just pressed your lips to his. He flinched, taken aback, but then awkwardly returned the kiss. You embraced each other and continued your caresses. You were careful not to hurt Carl or touch the bandage. Carl was all tense from all the stress and suffering, his neck muscles felt rock hard. "Lie down on your back," you whispered in his ear, gently kissing his neck.

"What are you up to?" he wondered, but obeyed.

"Just let me do it. Relax," you commanded, shoving his shirt up a little and starting to kiss his stomach. Carl gasped excitedly. You played with his belly button with your tongue and licked along the line of soft dark hair leading way down, then undid his belt and jeans. Carl was already hard, and whimpering with arousal, he squirmed under you. "Lift your hips," you said, and he did, and you pulled his jeans and boxers down so that his cock was exposed. "Not bad, it's bigger than I thought," you teased, taking him in your hand and kissing the already slightly wet, reddened tip before sliding his shaft into your mouth. You massaged it with your lips and sucked gently on it, and Carl almost lost his mind. He moaned, thrusted vigorously into your mouth and tugged on your hair.

"I've dreamed of this for so long, Y/N," he confessed, tossing his head back and forth on the pillow, his eye closed. Tenderly you continued to suck Carl off. After a short while, he became fidgety. "I, I think I, I'm about to cum," he stuttered nervously. „Where? Y/N, I…“ Apparently he was apprehensive about cumming in your mouth.

"It's okay, Carl," you assured him, kissing him on the lips. "Just let go. Let yourself go." Again you took his dick in your mouth and sucked and licked on it, Carl was beyond close, he just sighed and whimpered, then his cum filled your mouth. A load squirted, then a second one and a third. You swallowed it all and waited until Carl was finally done with his load before you let his now softened cock slip out of your mouth, licking him clean and lay down next to him.

Carl snuggled up to you, his pants still pulled down, he was all sweaty and sticky. He glanced at you in love. "I didn't know you felt that way about me, Y/N," he whispered hoarsely.

"Yes, I do," you clarified, tugging the blanket over both of you and playing with Carl’s hair.

[bitchface24-7]

For @whatam-i-evendoinganymore since they were super sweet and asked for more ❤️❤️

Continuation of my post with Dean having long hair, and Sammy loving it

THERE IS GOING TO BE SMUT

DON’T LIKE - DON’T READ

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Sam almost can’t handle it. They’re in buttfuck no where, Maine. Dads fucked off on a hunt and left Sam and Dean in a little cabin in the woods, it’s about a twenty minute drive before they reach civilization again. It feels like 1000° outside; and Dean is prettier than ever.

The only upside is the little cabin has functional clean water, a medium sized box TV, and a very old A/C unit that tends to spit out hot air more than cool. It’s better than nothing. Because of this, Dean has made it a habit to walk around the cabin in just jeans, slung low on his hips. Sam feels like he’s looking at a Greek god every time he sneaks a glance toward his older brother.

He’s still wearing his amulet, his watch, and his ring. But other than that; Sam’s getting a free peep show. There’s one thing that makes this wet-dream of a scenario even more enticing. Deans hair has gotten quite long. It’s almost long enough to tie it up in a small, pathetic ponytail.

Dean looks heavenly. He’s sporting a golden tan, his freckles have become even more visible, and his hair has naturally been bleached lighter due to the sun. His sandy brown hair now has some natural highlights to it.

Sam feels like a creep, a perv, and a freak. He shouldn’t have these thoughts about his brother. It’s wrong. It’s sinful. It’s nasty. It feels so good.

It’s like living with a model. Dean is incredibly beautiful, and only four years older than Sam. That’s not the end of the world… right?

(Ignoring the fact they’re brothers)

But Sam isn’t beautiful like Dean. Sam feels like he’s a scrawny 14 year old. He’s tall. Almost, if not a few inches taller than Dean. He’s lean, but that’s about it. He doesn’t have the magnetic pull Dean does.

Luckily for Sam, it’s summer. So there’s no school, and he can stare at Dean as much as he’d like to. Sam is almost always in fantasy land. He wants to climb his brother like a tree, he wants to scratch, bite, pull, and kiss his brother senseless.

It’s awful, it’s invigorating, it’s madness. Sam can’t help but want more. Sam wants to worship his brother, show him that he’s better than all the girls Dean flirts with and fucks. Sam wants Dean all to himself.

And Sam knows exactly what to do to make that happen.

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Dean feels like he’s losing his mind. It’s like Sammy walked out of one of Deans favourite skin mags. He’s all long legs, coy looks, and Dean has no idea where Sam keeps getting these red suckers from.

Dean exasperatedly runs a hand through his longer than normal hair and grunts in frustration. This sucks. Deans not gonna lie, the hair looks nice on him, but it’s such a pain in the ass. His heads too hot, it tickles his eyes and forehead; making it impossible to work on anything. But Sammy lightly gasps whenever Dean runs a hand through his hair, so… Dean’ll suck it up.

And here Sammy is, all sprawled out on the old couch. His shorts are an old pair of jeans Sammy massacred, they used to be decent, but with how quickly he’s growing; they’ve become indecent very quickly. He’s also wearing a cropped white t-shirt that Dean swears used to be his; the tear in the collar is on the same spot. The shirts so old and used it’s basically sheer; Dean can see Sammy’s nipples through it easily. And Sammy’s going at it on a red sucker. His lips are purses, plump, and shiny with red coloured spit.

Dean wants to grab Sam, leave imprints on his tiny, slutty waist. He wants to bite him, tease him, kiss him, and hold him. But Dean can’t do that. So he does the next best thing.

He finds a girl to hook up with.

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Sam wants to scream. All his looks, all his obvious shows of giving his strawberry lollipops a blowjob. Stealing one of Deans shirts and cropping it until his navel and waist is constantly exposed.

All for NOTHING!

Dean ran out of the cabin as if it was on fire, putting his boots and t-shirt on, snagging baby’s keys and booking it out the door. Sam barely even got any time to get up off the couch before Dean had vanished.

Sam honestly wants to cry.

He may cry a bit.

Then he’ll jack-off vigorously to one of the porno’s left behind, get a few good orgasms out, and go to bed.

The visual stimulus helps a bit. Sammy’s got a very good imagination, but sometimes it’s difficult to dream up the certain scenarios he wants. So he’ll put porn on in the background for the sounds.

Sam ate some left over pasta for dinner, cleaned up the small cabin as best he could, and went over to the old TV and rustled through a basket off to the side to see what goodies there was. Sam had one specific tag in mind.

He wanted the main focus to be oral.

He scoured the pile until he found a tape that looked promising, popped it in the player, and let his imagination run wild.

He’s not even paying attention if the pairing is a gay or straight one, he just needs the sounds. The gulping, gasping, wet, needy sounds. He has his own movie in his head.

Instead of booking it out the cabin, Dean reciprocated his looks. He bit his lip, he checked Sam out in return, he subtly shifted his boner in the pocket of his jeans because Sam was just too pretty for Dean.

He’s intensely watching Sam obscenely suck on his lollipops and smirks saying he’s got something Sam can suck on…

Before Sam knows it, he’s ripped his shorts off, spat on his hand, and is giving himself one hell of a handjob. Sam’s eyes flutter due to the intense pleasure. Sweetly whining out Deans name, for more.

What Sam didn’t expect was for Dean to come back.

Sam’s so lost in pleasure he doesn’t even hear the front door of the cabin opening. He doesn’t see Deans astonished face, he doesn’t see Deans eyes darken at the sight of his baby brother slutting it out, he doesn’t see Deans cock harden. He doesn’t see Dean slowly and quietly walk until he’s in front of him, covering the TV.

But Sam does feel his presence. Sam slowly opens his heavy eyelids and gasps in shock at the sight of his big brother in front of him. A predator looking at their prey. Their next meal.

“Dean! It’s not… it’s not what it looks like!” Sam pleads, his voice cracking and eyes filling with tears. Oh god. Deans gonna be disgusted, he’s gonna leave him. He’ll never see Dean again because he couldn’t keep his disgusting feelings at bay.

But Dean just quirks an eyebrow, smirks and continues to look down at Sammy, “So you’re not getting your rocks off by watching porn and imagining it was us?”

“Ok… so it is what it looks like.” Sam all but sighs despondently.

Dean licks his lips, before slowly pulling his bottom lip in with one of his canines, “That’s hot Sammy.” Sam near gets whiplash at how fast he whipped his head to look at Dean. There’s no disgust, no teasing, no hatred. Just a heated look directly focused on Sam.

“I… I thought you’d find me disgusting. Brothers aren’t supposed to think of each other in that way. It’s wrong.” Sam mumbles, hiding his dick as best he can with his hands.

“Why do you think I left huh?” Dean questions. Before Sam can attempt a reply, Dean continues on, “Because I wanted to pin you down on this couch, rip that stupid sucker out of your mouth, and plow you into next year.”

Sam openly gapes at that comment. Dean wants to… with him? Really?! Sam damn near blinds Dean with the grin he beams his way.

“Why’d you come back then?” Sam questions, an eyebrow quirked at his older brother. Dean sighs and runs both hands down his face, “Honestly, I forgot my wallet. Also, I had a gut-feeling to be here.” Sam laughs at the look on Deans face. It’s flushed both in arousal and embarrassment. It’s a good look.

Dean growls a bit at the laugh, and Sam smartens up at that sound. He knows better than to antagonize his brother; especially right now.

Sam knows how to make it up to him though.

Sam slowly uncovers himself, smiling coyly up at Dean as he slowly drags his hands up Dean’s thighs. Ignoring the bulge, he slips his hands under Deans t-shirt; groping the muscle there, “Wanna know what I was imagining De?”

Dean gulps lightly at Sam’s actions. How does his brother, his Sammy know how to be so slutty? Dean looks down at the magnificent picture Sammy makes. His hairs mused, his skin is flushed, his hazel eyes are more pools of black than brown and green. His cock is long, and hard. A rosy flush on the tip as it bobs and leaks precum. It’s a good size for a 14 year old. It’ll be massive when Sam grows up even more.

“Yeah,” Dean eventually gets out, clearing his throat due to how gruff his voice sounded, “tell me Sammy. I wanna know what was getting your rocks off.”

Sam bites his lip and brings his hands back down to Deans waistband, slowly unbuckling his belt. Popping open his jeans button and unzipping his pants, “I was imagining sucking your cock. Worshipping every inch of your body. Eventually you fuck me silly; molding my ass to the shape of your cock. No one else will be able to satisfy me like you do.”

Dean groans at the picture Sammy is painting. It’s obscene. It’s hot. It’s perfect. It’s as if Sam jumped into Deans head and found every kink Dean loves to use against him. Dean whips his shirt off; he’s getting overheated now.

Sam pulls Deans jeans and boxers down, appreciating his brothers happy trail before getting his prize. Deans cock is beautiful, just like the rest of him. It’s big, thick, and heavy in Sam’s hands. The tip is flushed so dark Sam would say it’s more maroon than pink. Luckily for Sam, Dean trims his pubes; so it’s more like a well taken care of lawn rather than a jungle.

Sam feels his mouth water. It’s better than any fantasy. It’s real. It’s his.

Before Dean can even make a snarky quip to hurry up, Sam sticks his tongue out and drags it across the head of Deans dick. It’s salty, a bit bitter but undeniably Dean. Sam pops the head in his mouth like a sucker and gets to work.

It’s almost too big, but Sam loves it. He loves the overwhelming size and smell. Dean’s invading every one of his senses; Sam couldn’t be more turned on.

Dean moans at the feeling, flexing his ass as he runs a hand through Sammy’s hair. It feels too good; the taboo amplifying the feelings. Sammy looks so pretty with his plump pink lips stretched out around Deans cock. His eyes sparkling, his face flushed. Sam gets lower and lower on Deans dick; his nose eventually brushing up against his pubes.

Deans panting, this is the best damn blowjob he’s ever had, “Sammy— Sammy, can I fuck your face?” Sam just nods. Holy fuck his baby brother is perfect.

“If it becomes too much, hit my thigh okay?” Sam just rolls his eyes and hits Deans thigh to prove he’s listening. Dean chuckles at Sammy’s attitude before slowly pumping his hips.

The amount of saliva Sam has produced makes the slide smooth. It’s wet, filthy, and feels fucking phenomenal.

“Yeah, you like that don’t you? You like being a massive slut for your big brother. That’s it Sammy. You’re doing so fucking good.” Dean states, as his hips go faster and faster, effectively fucking his little brothers face.

Sam moans obscenely around Dean’s dick. Holy fuck he may cum untouched at this rate. The dominance Dean is exuding is turning Sam’s mind to goo. Sam is unintentionally rutting into the air. Dean notices.

“You gonna cum untouched baby? You gonna cum just from having your brother fuck your throat? You really are a slut. But you’re my slut, right Sammy? Only for me?”

Sam damn near sobs at the onslaught of pleasure he’s receiving. Yes. I am your slut. Only yours. Please cum down my throat. I need it. The rutting continues on for what feels like hours, the panting, the groaning, the wet slaps. Eventually Deans rhythm falters. He’s gonna cum soon.

Dean does with a loud moan, shoving Sam’s face into his crotch. His dick fully encompassed in Sam’s throat. At the feeling of being used, being perfect for Dean; Sam cums untouched. The sticky mess splattering all across his taut tummy.

Dean eventually let’s go of Sam’s head and signs in content. That. Was. Awesome. Sam looks debauched. His face is red, wet with tears. His eyes are glassy and his hairs fucked. Time to take care of Sammy.

But Dean sees the mess of cum on Sam’s stomach and groans. Holy fuck Sam came untouched. Dean smiles at his younger brother as he tucks himself back into his jeans.

“Lay down Sammy. I’m gonna get a wet washcloth and clean you up okay? I’ll be right back.” Dean states as he manoeuvres Sammy into the position he wants. Sammy just complies, his mind still goo.

Dean quickly comes back and cleans Sam up with a warm, damp cloth. Redressing him and putting him on top of Dean to lay on his chest, running his fingers through dark hair.

“You did good Sammy. The best damn blowjob I’ve ever had.” Dean praises. Sam lights up.

“Really?”

“Really.”

The two just continue to cuddle on the couch before passing out. The TV forgotten as the porno finished damn near an hour ago.

They have a long conversation to do in the morning, but for now; the two enjoy the afterglow.